There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.
No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.
Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
Words, however, are things.
Since we parted yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,- One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,-thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.
Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.