That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.

It always seemed to me a sort of clever stupidity only to have one sort of talent - like a carrier pigeon.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration? After our subtlest analysis of the mental process, we must still say that our highest thoughts and our best deeds are all given to us.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.