I Should, Many A Good Day, Have

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

A Rose With All Its Sweetest Leaves Yet Folded.

I Am The Very Slave Of Circumstance And Impulse Borne Away With Every Breath! Misplaced Upon The Throne Misplaced In Life. I Know Not What I Could Have Been, But Feel I Am Not What I Should Be Let It End.

One Of The Pleasures Of Reading Old Letters Is The Knowledge That They Need No Answer.

I Came To Realize Clearly That The Mind Is No Other Than The Mountain And The Rivers And The Great Wide Earth, The Sun And The Moon And The Sky”.