There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.
Shall love be blamed for want of faith?
Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried