Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.

Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged / In rambling talk with an image of air: / Vague memories, nothing but memories.

The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.