Love is the only gold.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing.
Twilight and evening bell, and after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell when I embark.
Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.