I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.

I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.

Ah, lady! it is hardly what you thought it, This life of luxury and social power; You gave yourself as principal, and bought it, But God extracts the interest hour by hour.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss The purpose of this life, and do not wait For circumstance to mould or change your fate.

I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?