I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on.

Every woman is the gift of a world to me.

I do not know the meaning of my sadness; there is an old fairy tale that I cannot get out of my mind.

Where words leave off, music begins.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.