Will Without Power Is Like

O Suffering, Sad Humanity! O Ye Afflicted Ones, Who Lie Steeped To The Lips In Misery, Longing, Yet Afraid To Die, Patient, Though Sorely Tried!

The Holiest Of Holidays Are Those Kept By Ourselves In Silence And Apart; The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart.

Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is, And As Deep.

If You Once Understand An Author's Character, The Comprehension Of His Writings Becomes Easy.