There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.

His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

The sweetest flowers in all the world- A baby's hands.