Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.