Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun - if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.
The only Commandment I ever obeyed โ 'Consider the Lilies.
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, to-night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me, That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while youโre lagging, I may remember him!