Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.

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.

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

The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.

How many times do we lose an occasion for soul work by leaping ahead to final solutions without pausing to savor the undertones? We are a radically bottom-line society, eager to act and to end tension, and thus we lose opportunities to know ourselves for our motives and our secrets.

The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.