Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

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

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