This is the Poet's Soul (1)

When I should be asleep to mine own voice/ In telling thee how much thy love's my dream,/ I find me listening to myself, the noise/ Of my words othered in my hearing them./ Yet wonder not: this is th...



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."