The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.

Was it for this the wild geese spread The gray wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this. Edward Fitzgerald died, And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.

Hearts with one purpose alone/Through summer and winter seem/Enchanted to a stone/To trouble the living stream.

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