Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.

Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.

Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Who longest waits most surely wins.