I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.

The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.

Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.