Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

It's certain there are trout somewhere - And maybe I shall take a trout - but I do not seem to care.

Come let us mock at the great That had such burdens on the mind And toiled so hard and late To leave some monument behind, Nor thought of the leveling wind.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'

Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.