Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.

Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.

I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way Of speaking gently ... for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Souls are gregarious in a sense, but no soul touches another, as a general rule.

And is it not the chief good of money, the being free from the need of thinking of it?

A man may love a woman perfectly, and yet by no means ignorantly maintain a thousand women have not larger eyes. Enough that she alone has looked at him with eyes that, large or small, have won his soul.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.