My creed is love and you are its only tenet.

Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.

To the very last, he [Napoleon] had a kind of idea; that, namely, of la carrière ouverte aux talents, - the tools to him that can handle them.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.

O aching time! O moments big as years!

Many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death.