And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought, ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
And this gray spirit yearning in desire to follow knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro’ nature, moulding men.
And men, whose reason long was blind, from cells of madness unconfined, oft lose whole years of darker mind.
And all is well, tho’ faith and form be sunder’d in the night of fear.
Although the loss had brought us pain, that loss but made us love the more.
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier things.
A smile abroad is often a scowl at home.
A man had given all other bliss, and all his worldly worth for this to waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect lips.
A life of nothings, nothing-worth, from that first nothing ere his birth to that last nothing under earth!
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
A day may sink or save a realm.
