The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.

There lived a singer in France of old By the tideless dolorous midland sea. In a land of sand and rain and gold There shone one woman, and none but she.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.

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

The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.