when the proficient poison sure sleep — E. E. Cummings

"nothing except the impossible shall occur"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"We doctors know a hopeless case if — listen: theres a hell of a good universe next door; lets go"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man"

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."

"The anxiety to be admired is a loveless passion ... , loud on the hustings, gay in the ball-room, mute and sullen at the family fireside."

"O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed, While, and on whom, thou mayst — shine on! nor heed Whether the object by reflected light Return thy radiance or absorb it quite: And tho thou notest from thy safe recess Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air, Love them for what they are; nor love them less, Because to thee they are not what they were."

"He who loves is not ashamed before men of what he does for God, neither does he hide it through shame though the whole world should condemn it."