But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

truth outlives pain, as the soul does life.