Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions