I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!

A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the "i" in loving.

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

Stay awhile! 'Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

I would die at the stake rather than change a semi-colon!

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