The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

We arrange our lives-even the best and boldest men and women that exist, just as much as the most limited-with reference to what society conventionally rules and makes right.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.