Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.

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

What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?

For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.