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.

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

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

The excellence of every Art is its intensity.

I think we may class the lawyer in the natural history of monsters.

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.