Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

All writing is a form of prayer.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.