O God, How Lovely Still

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

The Painter Is, As To The Execution Of His Work, A Mechanic; But As To His Conception And Spirit And Design He Is Hardly Below Even The Poet.

Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side To Thee.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.