Here dead lie we because we did not choose to live and shame the land from which we sprung. Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; but young men think it is, and we were young.

And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

If a man will comprehend the richness and variety of the universe, and inspire his mind with a due measure of wonder and awe, he must contemplate the human intellect not only on its heights of genius but in its abysses of ineptitude.

Good religious poetry... is likely to be most justly appreciated and most discriminately relished by the undevout.

The laws of God, the laws of man, He may keep that will and can; Not I: let God and man decree Laws for themselves and not for me.

Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.