Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightfoward pathway had been lost. Ah me! How hard a thing is to say, what was this forest savage, rough, and stern, which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more.

These dwell among the blackest souls,loaded down deep by sins of differing types.If you sink far enough,you'll see them all.

Your fame is as the grass, whose hue comes and goes, and His might withers it by whose power it sprang from the lap of the earth.

Love can move the Sun and the stars.

If you're asking for a date, forget it. 'Cause I make it a point not to go out with women who shoot me in the head!

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.