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

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.

The key to seeing the world's soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.

It is not while beauty And youth are thine own And thy cheeks Unprofaned by a tear That the ferver and faith Of a soul can be known To which time will but Make thee more dear No the heart that has truly loved Never forgets But as truly loves On to the close As the sunflower turns On her god when he sets The same look which She'd turned when he rose.

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

Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.