It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.

You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.

Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

The sea hath no king but God alone.