Peace is the first thing the angels sang.
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look when hearts are of each other sure.
For as fire is kindled by fire, so is a poet's mind kindled by contact with a brother poet.
Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near.
Time's waters will not ebb nor stay.
When you find yourself overpowered, as it were, by melancholy, the best way is to go out and do something.