For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.

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

Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

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