Sudden Light I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the light around the shore.

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.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

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 Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!