Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.
Life is a quest and love a quarrel
There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.
Life has no friend.
We think-although of course, now, we very seldom Clearly think- That the other side of War is Peace.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.