The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.