Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.

A poet, as he is the author to others of the highest wisdom, pleasure, virtue, and glory, so he ought personally to be the happiest, the best, the wisest, and the most illustrious of men.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Jealousy's eyes are green.