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

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions