The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

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.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.