O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

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

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.