He that goes back does, since he goes, advance,/ Though he doth not advance who goeth back,/ And he that seeks, though he on nothing chance/ May still by words be said to find a lack./ This paradox o...
I am older than Nature and her Time/ By all the timeless age of Consciousness,/ And my adult oblivion of the clime/ Where I was born makes me not countryless./ Ay, and dim through my daylight thought...
I do not know what truth the false untruth/ Of this sad sense of the seen world may own,/ Or if this flowered plant bears also a fruit/ Unto the true reality unknown./ But as the rainbow, neither ear...
We are in Fate and Fate's and do but lack/ Outness from soul to know ourselves its dwelling,/ And do but compel Fate aside or back/ By Fate's own immanence in the compelling./ We are too far in us fr...
Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee —/ That entire death shall null my entire thought;/ And I feel torture, not that I believe thee,/ But that I cannot disbelieve thee not./ Shall th...
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