If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far.

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

I think, am sure, a brother's love exceeds_x000D_ _x000D_ All the world's loves in its unworldliness.

I dare not so honor my mere wishes and prayers as to put them for a moment beside your noble acts; but this know, I would rather submit to the worst of deaths, so far as pain goes, than have a single dog or cat tortured on the pretence of sparing me a twinge or two.

How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark Autumn evenings come, And where, my soul, is thy pleasant hue? With the music of all thy voices, dumb In life’s November too! I shall be found by the fire, suppose, O’er a great wise book as beseemeth age, While the shutters flap as the cross-wind blows, And I turn the page, and I turn the page, Not verse now, only prose!

How good is life, the mere living!