We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives, Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
Music lives within thy lips Like a nightingale in roses.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.
I have a heart with room for every joy .