I Begin To Think That

But Since He Had The Genius To Be Loved, Why Let Him Have The Justice To Be Honoured In His Grave.

He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

You May Write Twenty Lines One Day--or Even Three Like Euripides In Three Days--and A Hundred Lines In One More Day--and Yet On The Hundred, May Have Been Expended As Much Good Work, As On The Twenty And The Three.