Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

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

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

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.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.

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

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