If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

The man, most man, works best for men: and, if most man indeed, he gets his manhood plainest from his soul.

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

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

Earth's crammed with Heaven.

My sun sets to raise again.

We have hearts within, Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts.