Eve is a twofold mystery.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.