I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.
An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.