When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.
The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts
Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!
It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.
Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.