Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

Let us be merciful as well as just.

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.