I love night more than day--she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.

Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.

Night comes, world-jewelled, . . . The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon, Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth After the sun's red sea-death--quietless.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.

The sole equality on earth is death