How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
Death: the grand perhaps.
Escape me? Never, beloved! While I am I, and you are you.
Most progress is most failure.
Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.