I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.
A healthful hunger for a great idea is the beauty and blessedness of life.
Yet there are some resting-places, / Life's untroubled interludes; / Times when neither past nor future / On the soul's deep calm intrudes.
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.