I don't need the stars in the night I found my treasure All I need is you by my side so shine forever

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

To stay youthful, stay useful.

Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding adieu

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.