The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.

Tears are the showers that fertilize this world.

I am glad to think I am not bound to make the world go right, but only to discover and to do, with cheerful heart, the work that God appoints.

There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon.

The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.