The heart needs not for its heaven much space, nor many stars therein, if only the star of love has arisen.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?