You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.

The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.

We arrange our lives-even the best and boldest men and women that exist, just as much as the most limited-with reference to what society conventionally rules and makes right.

Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.