The corpse of friendship is not worth embalming.

We would willingly, and without remorse, sacrifice not only the present moment, but all the interval (no matter how long) that separates us from any favorite object.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.

The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.

Grace has been defined as the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.

Those who are pleased with the fewest things know the least, as those who are pleased with everything know nothing.

Painting gives the object itself; poetry what it implies. Painting embodies what a thing contains in itself; poetry suggests what exists out of it, in any manner connected with it.