Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

A power of Butterfly must be - The Aptitude to fly Meadows of Majesty concedes And easy Sweeps of Sky -

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.