The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.
Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
This Grave contains all that was Mortal of a Young English Poet Who on his Death Bed in the Bitterness of his Heart at the Malicious Power of his Enemies Desired these words to be engraved on his Tomb Stone "Here lies One Whose Name was writ in Water."
My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.