I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion-- I have shuddered at it, I shudder no more. I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?

Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.

As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,- "Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

The days of peace and slumberous calm are fled.