“When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.”

Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.

All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.

Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.

The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.

I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?

War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.

We’re not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.

There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.

I think life would mean nullity if grace does not pick my hand again to reach you.

Sunsets feel so lonely now without you.

Never forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.

The moment people feel they know what to expect from you, your spell on them is broken.

All your life, you’ll meet people that only want to break you down. Forget them, stand strong with the people who build you up.

A breakthrough occurs when you recognize, you are more energy than matter.