Poetry

Truth is within ourselve
There is an inmost center in us all,
Where truth abides in fulness...and to know,
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendor may escape
Robert Browning (Paracelsus)

I will be enjoying this thread. Recently obtained several literature text books and anthologies (american and brit). Loved Wordsworth and currently enjoying Lord Byrobn

War is human,it is as something that is lived like a love or a hatred...It might better be described as a pathological condition because it admits of accidents which not even a skilled physician could have foreseen. Marcel Proust

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea,and music in its roar.
I love not man the less, but nature more.
George Gordon Byron