Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet

Your eyes smile peace.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.