“I am monarch of all I survey,My right there is none to dispute,From the centre all round to the sea,I am lord of the fowl and the brute.O solitude! Where are the charmsThat sages have seen in thy face?Better dwell in the midst of alarms,Than reign in this horrible place.”
“O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.”
“If I am right, Thy grace impartStill in the right to stay;If I am wrong, O, teach my heartTo find that better way!”
“Although, dear Lord, I have no feeling of confidence in Thee, I know all the same that Thou art my God, that I am wholly Thine, and that I have no hope but in Thy goodness; therefore I abandon myself entirely into Thy hands.”
“This is why I am continuing my travels—not to seek other, better teachings, for I know there are none, but to depart from all teachings and all teachers and to reach my goal by myself or to die.”
“From where I’m sitting,I AM the centre of the Universe!”