When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

I, who thought to sink, was caught up into love, and taught the whole of life in a new rhythm.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.

"There is no God," the foolish saith, But none, "There is no sorrow." And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow: Eyes which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised; And lips say, "God be pitiful," Who ne'er said, "God be praised."

If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.

Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.