Remorse weeps tears of blood.

A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.

He knows well the evening star, and once when he awoke, in a most distressful mood (some inward pain had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream), I hurried with him to our orchard plot, and he beheld the moon, and hushed at once. Suspends his sobs and laughs most silently. While his fair eyes, that swam with undropped tears, did glitter in the yellow moonbeam.

Until you understand a writer's ignorance, presume yourself ignorant of his understanding.

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.

May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping earth!

Nature never deserts the wise and pure; no plot so narrow, be but nature there; no waste so vacant, but may well employ each faculty of sense, and keep the heart awake to love and beauty.