I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!

...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.

It is vain philosophy that supposes more causes than are exactly adequate to explain the phenomena of things.

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.

Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.