My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

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

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across me.

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.