The sea! The sea! The open sea!, The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Women are so gentle, so affectionate, so true in sorrow, so untired and untiring! but the leaf withers not sooner, and tropic light fades not more abruptly.
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
Pity speaks to grief more sweetly than a band of instruments.
How silent are the winds!