What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.