Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
Thought precedes action as lighting does thunder.
The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid
Those who begin by burning books will end by burning people.
The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.