First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing- Only do not ask me how.

Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.

Silence can be defined as conversation with an Englishman