Within my heart is the lamp of love, And that is day!
O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below?
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.
Spirit, Patience, Gentleness, All that can adorn and bless Art thou let deeds, not words, express Thine exceeding loveliness.
First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed...
A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.