Let us be merciful as well as just.

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write! Yes, into Life's deep stream! All forms of sorrow and delight, All solemn Voices of the Night, That can soothe thee, or affright, - Be these henceforth thy theme. (excerpt from "Voices of the Night")

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.