Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.

Love is the only gold.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

Science grows and Beauty dwindles.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not