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.
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
Your eyes smile peace.
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.