Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.
Your eyes smile peace.
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Love is the last relay and ultimate outposts of eternity.
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.