I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
Woman is the lesser man.
For love reflects the thing beloved.
Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.