I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless. |
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. |
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough. |
In the pleasant orchard closes, / `God bless all our gains', say we; / But `May God bless all our losses' / Better suits with our degree. |
Into our deep, dear silence. |
It is not merely the likeness which is precious... but the association and the sense of nearness involved in the thing... the fact of the very shadow of the person lying there fixed forever! It is the very sanctification of portraits I think -- and it is not at all monstrous in me to say that I would rather have such a memorial of one I dearly loved, than the noblest Artist's work ever produced. |
Let no one till his death be called unhappy. Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done. |
Life treads on life, and heart on heart: We press too close in church and mart, To keep a dream or grave apart |
Light tomorrow with today! |
Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs / Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there / At this or that box, pulling through the gap, / In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, / The first book first. |
Love is one of the hardest words to say and one of the easiest to hear. |
Measure not the work Until the day's out and the labor done |
Men get opinions as boys learn to spell, by reiteration chiefly |
My sun sets to raise again. |
O earth, so full of dreary noises! / O men, with wailing in your voices! / O delvèd gold, the wailers heap! / O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! / God strikes a silence through you all, / And giveth his beloved, sleep. |