New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

Men get opinions as boys learn to spell by reiteration chiefly.

And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.