What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

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.