“Two souls alas! are dwelling in my breast”

“Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast,And each will wrestle for the mastery there.”

“You are aware of only one unrest;Oh, never learn to know the other!Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast,And one is striving to forsake its brother.Unto the world in grossly loving zest,With clinging tendrils, one adheres;The other rises forcibly in questOf rarefied ancestral spheres.If there be spirits in the airThat hold their sway between the earth and sky,Descend out of the golden vapors thereAnd sweep me into iridescent life.Oh, came a magic cloak into my handsTo carry me to distant lands,I should not trade it for the choicest gown,Nor for the cloak and garments of the crown.”

“I have, alas! Philosophy,Medicine, Jurisprudence too,And to my cost Theology,With ardent labor, studied through.And here I stand, with all my lore,Poor fool, no wiser than before.”

“The limits of my language are the limits of my universe.”

“I know I can trust in my heart…that she…dare I, can I express heaven in a few words? That she loves me.”

“How clearly I have seen my condition, yet how childishly I have acted. How clearly I still see it, and yet show no sign of improvement.”