The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.

In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.

February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?

I Fall upon the thorns of life.

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.