Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

Perhaps Out There, Somewhere, Someone Is Sighing For Your Absence; And With This Thought, My Soul Begins To Breathe.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

Events Appear Sad, Pleasant, Or Painful, Not Because They Are So In Reality, But Because We Believe Them To Be So And The Light In Which We Look At Them Depends Upon Our Own Judgment.

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.