Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.

The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.