“As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.”

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

God is in his Heaven, all’s right with the world.

The moment eternal – just that and no more – When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man’s worth something.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

Lofty designs must close in like effects.

Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

All’s love, yet all’s law.

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

I am not ashamed of anything – not my past, not my affairs, not my body, and most definitely not my desire.

Physics said I was born with a strong desire to love.

I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.

There is a deep desire in everyone to commit suicide for the simple reason, that life seems to be meaningless.

Freedom is the intrinsic desire of each man, each woman – utter freedom, absolute freedom.

Chess has this in common with making poetry; that the desire for it comes upon the amateur in gusts.

Existence cannot go wrong. If it does not fulfill our desires, that simply means our desires were wrong.

There is not a woman born who desires to eat the bread of dependence, no matter whether it be from the hand of father, husband, or brother; for anyone who does so eat her bread places herself in the power of the person from whom she takes it.