The mirror of the soul cannot reflect both earth and heaven; and the one vanishes from the surface as the other is glassed upon its deeps.

But it is not to restore me to that sublime abstraction in which the intellect, free and disembodied, rises, region after region, to the spheres,--that once again, and with the agony and travail of enfeebled power I have called thee to mine aid.

I love; and in love I begin to live in the sweet humanities of another.

If wise, yet in all which makes danger powerless against myself, or those on whom I can gaze from the calm height of indifferent science, I am blind as the merest mortal to the destinies of the creature that makes my heart beat with the passions which obscure my gaze." "What matter!" answered Adon-Ai.

"Thy love must be but a mockery of the name; thou canst not love as they do for whom there are death and the grave.