They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

Within thy Grave! Oh no, but on some other flight - Thou only camest to mankind To rend it with Good night

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.