Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange

The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.

All love is sweet, given or received.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.