We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

- Richard Henry Stoddard

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

- Richard Henry Stoddard

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

- Richard Henry Stoddard

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

- Richard Henry Stoddard

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.

- Richard Henry Stoddard

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

- Richard Henry Stoddard

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

- Richard Henry Stoddard

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

- Richard Henry Stoddard

Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink.

- Richard Henry Stoddard