Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.