See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.

Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.

I know him, February's thrush, And loud at eve he valentines On sprays that paw the naked bush Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.

Prayer for worldly goods is worse than fruitless, but prayer for strength of soul is that passion of the soul which catches the gift it seeks.

But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.