“A hair divides what is false and true.”
“Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!”
“The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.”
“There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.”
“Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.”
“The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.”
“Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.”
“Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.”
“And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under crawling coop't we live and die, lift not thy hands to It for help -- for it rolls impotently on as thou or I.”
“You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.”
“'Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays.”