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.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.

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.

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

I compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.