Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

I should not dare to call my soul my own.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

True knowledge comes only through suffering.

A woman's always younger than a man at equal years.

Life, struck sharp on death, Makes awful lightning.