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 world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

Do not think that years leave us and find us the same!

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.

Words, however, are things.

Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.