Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

It is among men of genius and science that atheism alone is found.