I never told my love vocally still.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.