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Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
----Philip Larkin
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We look before and after,
 And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
 With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
---Percy Bysshe Shelley
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In ourselves our safety must be sought.
By our own right hand it must be wrought.
----William Wordsworth
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To most men, experience is like the stern lights of a ship, which illumine only the track it has passed.
----Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I am certain of nothing but the holiness of heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
----John Keats