a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought
Joy, once lost, is pain
The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.
Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.