He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.