Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.
God will pardon: That's His business.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...
Newness hath an evanescent beauty.
There are more fools in the world than there are people.
Atheism is the last word of theism