O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Love is the energy of life.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.

Talent should minister to genius.

I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain