There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.

Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.

The child shall become father to the man.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.