Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Talent should minister to genius.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?