A Life That Is Worth Writing At

Your Education Begins Where What Is Called Your Education Is Over. Your Fate Is But The Common Lot Of All.

All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight Enfold In The Serene Delight And Quietude Of Sleep.

I Do Not Love Thee Less For What Is Done, And Cannot Be Undone. Thy Very Weakness Hath Brought Thee Nearer To Me, And Henceforth My Love Will Have A Sense Of Pity In It, Making It Less A Worship Than Before.

For Hate Is Strong, And Mocks The Song Of Peace On Earth, Good-will To Men!

The Highest Exercise Of Imagination Is Not To Devise What Has No Existence, But Rather To Perceive What Really Exists, Though Unseen By The Outward Eye-not Creation, But Insight.