Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.

No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.

Thought alone is eternal.

Great sorrow makes sacred the sufferer.

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.

The things which must be must be for the best.