Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
All love is sweet, given or received.
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.
Design must be proved before a designer can be inferred.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.