Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies? Nay, who but infants question in such wise, 'T was one of my most intimate enemies. - Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,— Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.