Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
A man in armour is his armour's slave.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.