There is only one romance the Soul's.

Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up; as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are. The journey is both repetitious and progressive; we go both round and upward.

If there's no hatred in a mind Assault and battery of the wind Can never tear the linnet from the leaf

Once you attempt legislation upon religious grounds, you open the way for every kind of intolerance and religious persecution.

A lonely impulse of delight

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.