Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

Six years-six little years-six drops of time.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Greatness is a spiritual condition worthy to excite love, interest, and admiration; and the outward proof of possessing greatness is that we excite love, interest, and admiration.

Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.