Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.
The problem in narcissism is not the high ideals and ambitions, it’s the difficulty one encounters when trying to give them body.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Socrates and Jesus, two teachers of virtue and love, were executed because of the unsettling, threatening power of their souls, which was revealed in their personal lives and in their words.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.
All that’s bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that’s sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Love doesn’t demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you’d prefer.
Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don’t bring to them enough imagination.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
Though an angel should write, still ’tis devils must print.
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
Come o’er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where’er it goes.
I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life’s tremulous ocean.
Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.
I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.