The Thought, The Deadly Thought Of Solitude.

I Could Be Martyred For My Religion. Love Is My Religion And I Could Die For That. I Could Die For You.

It Can Be Said Of Him, When He Departed He Took A Man's Life With Him. No Sounder Piece Of British Manhood Was Put Together In That Eighteenth Century Of Time.

I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!

I Have Two Luxuries To Brood Over In My Walks, Your Loveliness And The Hour Of My Death. O That I Could Have Possession Of Them Both In The Same Minute.

There Is Not A Fiercer Hell Than The Failure In A Great Object.