You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.
That which is creative must create itself.
I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever
We must repeat the often repeated saying, that it is unworthy a religious man to view an irreligious one either with alarm or aversion, or with any other feeling than regret and hope and brotherly commiseration.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
I want a brighter word than bright