If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead.

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.

I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood - sex and the dead.

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.