Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.