There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.

And Chaucer, with his infantine Familiar clasp of things divine.

Definition of Love: A score of zero in tennis. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.