"Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now."

"To be incapable of a feeling of poetry, in proportion to the degree in which one is so, is to be without love of human nature, and without reverence for God."

"The world is an open book, full of the most rare and strange things, for him who has eyes to see."

"Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!"

"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity."