In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.

Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.

Handsome is as handsome does

And what do you wish?' he said at last. 'That what should be shall be,' she answered.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.