Faith, Fanatic faith, once wedded fast to some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.

There is no way to re-enchant our lives in a disenchanted culture except by becoming renegades from that culture and planting the seeds for a new one.

To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

Silence is not an absence of sound but rather a shifting of attention toward sounds that speak to the soul.

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.

A soulmate is someone to whom we feel profoundly connected, as though the communicating and communing that take place between us were not the product of intentional efforts, but rather a divine grace.