Faith speaks when hope dissembles: Faith lives when hope dies dead.

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which: The soul squats down in the flesh, like a tinker drunk in a ditch.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.