All things are symbols.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.