Tis Visible Silence, Still As The Hour-glass.

The Worst Moment For The Atheist Is When He Is Really Thankful And Has Nobody To Thank.

Places That Are Empty Of You Are Empty Of Life.

Beauty Without The Beloved Is A Like A Sword Through The Heart.

I Do Not See Them Here; But After Death God Knows I Know The Faces I Shall See, Each One A Murdered Self, With Low Last Breath. 'i Am Thyself,what Hast Thou Done To Me?' 'and Iand Ithyself,' (lo! Each One Saith,) 'and Thou Thyself To All Eternity!

The Sea Hath No King But God Alone.