That which has quelled me, lives with me, Accomplice in catastrophe.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

I hate people but I love gatherings.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

You are loved. If so, what else matters?

Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here For age to invest in compromise and fear.