Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were
Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.
In heaven it is always autumn.