And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.

In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair - my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.