You have been mine before - How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow's soar, your neck turned so, Some veil did fall, - I knew it all of yore.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.
Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.