Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
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.’
Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.