I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

Truth is within ourselves. There is an inmost center in us all, where the truth abides in fullness.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

It's wiser being good than bad; It's safer being meek than fierce: It's fitter being sane than mad.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

Ever judge of men by their professions. For though the bright moment of promising is but a moment, and cannot be prolonged, yet if sincere in its moment's extravagant goodness, why, trust it, and know the man by it, I say,- not by his performance; which is half the world's work, interfere as the world needs must with its accidents and circumstances: the profession was purely the man's own. I judge people by what they might be,- not are, nor will be.