Will That Light Come Again, As Now

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.

If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange And Be All To Me?

God Himself Is The Best Poet, And The Real Is His Song.

Earth's Crammed With Heaven.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.