Virginity is the poetry, not the reality, of life.
Philosophy is the rational expression of genius.
Mystery hovers over all things here below.
True love is the ripe fruit of a lifetime.
Yet, in these autumn days when Nature expires, Here, in these veiled scenes, I find more attractions; It is a friend's sad goodbye; it is the last smile From lips that death is going to close forever!
Enthusiasm is the intoxication of earnestness.