I scarcely remember counting upon happiness—I look not for it if it be not in the present hour—nothing startles me beyond the moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a sparrow come before my Window I take part in its existence and pick about the gravel.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

Already with thee! tender is the night. . . But here there is no light. . .

The imagination may be compared to Adam's dream-he awoke and found it truth.

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".