He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.