Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

If you get simple beauty and naught else, You get about the best thing God invents.

I do what many dream of, all their lives, --Dream? strive to do, and agonize to do, And fail in doing. I could count twenty such On twice your fingers, and not…

Alas for love, if thou wert all, And naught beyond, O Earth!

I feel as I always have, that the earth is the home and the only home of man, and I am convinced that whatever he is to get out of his existence he must get wh…

Devouring Famine, Plague, and War, Each able to undo mankind, Death's servile emissaries are; Nor to these alone confined, He hath at will More quaint and subt…