We turn not older with years but newer every day.
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me
Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
It is essential to the sanity of mankind that each one should think the other crazy - a condition with which the cynicism of human nature so cordially complies, one could wish it were a concurrence upon a subject more noble.
Till it has loved, no man or woman can become itself.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.