You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.

The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear.

I-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.

My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.