I shall have more to say when I am dead.

He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think;- And no man knows what then she may discover

Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again

I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are