O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.
To stay youthful, stay useful.
I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.
Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.
When it is moving on luxurious wings, The soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank loveโbut if you should deny me the thousand and firstโโt would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.