Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith

He prayeth best, who loveth best / All things both great and small; / For the dear God who loveth us,/ He made and loveth all.

He who begins by loving Christianity more than Truth, will proceed by loving his sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all

Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree

That he will haunt the footsteps of his enemy after death is the one revenge which a dying man can promise himself; and if men had power thus to avenge themselves the earth would be peopled with phantoms. ("Eveline's Visitant")