Life is for the strong, to be lived by the strong and if need be, taken by the strong. The weak were put on earth to give the strong pleasure.

There are two bodies - the rudimental and the complete; corresponding with the two conditions of the worm and the butterfly. What we call "death," is but the painful metamorphosis. Our present incarnation is progressive, preparatory, temporary. Our future is perfected, ultimate, immortal. The ultimate life is the full design.

And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust

No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path.