True knowledge comes only through suffering.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

My sun sets to raise again.

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.