Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.

Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.

Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.

Life is as serious a thing as death.