First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

I work with patience, which is almost power.

The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light.

Art is much, but love is more.

May the good God pardon all good men.

Two human loves make one divine.

If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.