Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.

It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.

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

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall