It looked as if a night of dark intent was coming, and not only a night, an age. Someone had better be prepared for rage.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

One who is in search of knowledge should give up the search of pleasure and the one who is insearch of pleasure should give up the search of knowledge.

Happiness is unrepentant pleasure.