Of writing many books there is no end.

With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!

Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,And placed it by thee on a golden throne,-- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.