I Loved My Country, And I Hated

Think'st Thou Existence Doth Depend On Time? It Doth; But Actions Are Our Epochs.

Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead, And The Apparel Of The Grave.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

I Came To Realize Clearly That The Mind Is No Other Than The Mountain And The Rivers And The Great Wide Earth, The Sun And The Moon And The Sky”.

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.