The only secret people keep is immortality.
It is finished, is never said of us
The friend anguish reveals is the slowest forgot.
The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.