For style beyond the genius never dares.
From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.
Rarely do great beauty and great virtue dwell together.
The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Wanting is not enough, long and you attain it.