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.

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

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

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.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Your eyes smile peace.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.