It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

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