Tayylor

“But what do I love when I love my God? Not the sweet melody of harmony and song; not the fragrance of flowers, perfumes, and spices; not manna or honey; not limbs such as the body delights to embrace. It is not these that I love when I love my God. And yet, when I love Him, it is true that I love a light of a certain kind, a voice, a perfume, a food, an embrace; but they are of the kind that I love in my inner self, when my soul is bathed in light that is not bound by space; when it listens to sound that never dies away; when it breathes fragrance that is not borne away on the wind; when it tastes food that is never consumed by the eating; when it clings to an embrace from which it is not severed by fulfillment of desire. This is what I love when I love my God.”
― Augustine, The Confessions of St. Augustine

“And I was taught to feel, perhaps too much,
The self-sufficing power of solitude.”
― William Wordsworth, The Prelude

“Just as the river where I step
is not the same, and is,
so I am as I am not.”
― Heraclitus, Fragments

“Many fail to grasp what they have seen,
and cannot judge what they have learned,
although they tell themselves they know.”
― Heraclitus, Fragments