The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it's the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination

This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.

A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.

From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.