When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.

I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.

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

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

Sorrow, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow.

When fate has allowed to any man more than one great gift, accident or necessity seems usually to contrive that one shall encumber and impede the other.

On the mountains of memory by the world's wellsprings, in all man's eyes, where the light of life of him is on all past things, death only dies.