Impossible is for the unwilling.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity...

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way.

Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.

... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.