To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From it's own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, not falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous,beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. . . .

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

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.