Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
A man does not fight to win; it is better to fight in vain.
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.
You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!