God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.