Life has no friend.
Life must go on, Though good men die.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide.
Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.
I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.