It is in their eyes that their magic resides.

Night, a more perfect day.

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.

It is in their eyes that their magic resides.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.