XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

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

Silence is the best response to a fool.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

Light tomorrow with today!

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

A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.