Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

Books are men of higher stature.

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.