The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.