If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

My sun sets to raise again.

It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think - and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced.

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

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!