One only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

Lastly, this threefold poetry flows from three great sources - The Bible, Homer, Shakespeare.... The Bible before the Iliad, the Iliad before Shakespeare.

We are reassured almost as foolishly as we are alarmed; human nature is so constituted.

Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can the soul be reshaped in its entirety by destiny and made evil because destiny is evil? Can the heart become misshapen and afflicted with ugly, incurable deformities under disproportionate misfortune, like a spinal column bent beneath a too low roof?

The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it constantly blaze with noble lessons of courage. Deeds of daring dazzle history and form one of man's guiding lights.