My inheritance how wide and fair! / Time is my seed-field, to Time I'm heir. Goethe.
My joy in friends, those sacred people, is my consolation. Emerson.
My joy is death;—/ Death, at whose name I oft have been afeared, / Because I wish'd this world's eternity. 2 Hen. VI., ii. 4.
My mind can take no hold on the present world, nor rest in it a moment, but my whole nature rushes onward with irresistible force towards a future and better state of being. Fichte.
My mind to me a kingdom is, / Such perfect joy 10 therein I find. Byrd.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills my father feeds his flock. Home.
My notions of life are much the same as they are about travelling; there is a good deal of amusement on the road, but, after all, one wants to be at rest. Southey.
My offence is rank; it smells to heaven. Ham., iii. 3.
My only books / Were woman's looks,—/ And folly's all they've taught me. Moore.
My opinion, my conviction, gains infinitely in 15 strength and sureness the moment a second mind has adopted it. Novalis.