Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.

The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.

Faith speaks when hope is disassembled; faith lives when hope dies dead.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.