In every cloud, in every tree — filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women — my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear

His frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates- a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.

Spellbound The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.

Be with me always, Take any form, Drive me mad, only don't leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you

You have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely church looked lonelier.

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

Men are not afraid of things, but of how they view them.

For it is not death or pain that is to be feared, but the fear of pain or death.

I quickly learned that a book carefully arranged before your face was a bulletproof shield, an asbestos wall, a cloak of invisibility. I learned to take refuge behind books, to become, as my mother and father called me, 'the absentminded professor-' They screamed at me, but I couldn't hear. I was reading. I was writing. I was safe.

There is always light. If only we're brave enough to see it. If only we're brave enough to be it."