Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.