Life must go on; I forget just why.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he'll take from off the other end!

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

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.

When I can make Of ten small words a rope to hang the world! "I had you and I have you now no more.