Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.
Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.
Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.
The most wretched have yet hope.
How beautiful is modesty! It winneth upon all beholders; but a word or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been for thee.