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

My wit is more polished than your mustache. The truth which I speak strikes more sparks from men's hearts than your spurs do from the cobblestones.

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

To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.

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

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

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.