You are nipping in the bud fancies which I let blossom. The shore is safer, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

Just a turn of the doorknob, and there lies freedom.

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

I must go in, the fog is rising.

My life closed twice before its close

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.