O aching time! O moments big as years!

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.

The world is too brutal for me-I am glad there is such a thing as the grave-I am sure I shall never have any rest till I get there.

I wish to believe in immortality-I wish to live with you forever.

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.