We look at death through the cheap-glazed windows of the flesh, and believe him the monster which the flawed and cracked glass represents him.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

All kin' o' smily round the lips, / An' teary round the lashes.

Wealth may be an excellent thing, for it means power, and it means leisure, it means liberty.

Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.

Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls