The tree of knowledge is not that of life.

Knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance.

Sorrow is knowledge: they who know the most must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal truth, the Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.