A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
It calls Devotion! genuine growth of night! Devotion! Daughter of Astronomy! An undevout astronomer is mad!
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.