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.

Who knows most, doubts most.

Death: the grand perhaps.

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.