For frequent tears have run; The colours from my life.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

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

Experience, like a pale musician, holds a dulcimer of patience in his hand.

For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?