Wonder is not precisely knowing.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.