But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known, And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than their own.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

The worst of slaves is he whom passion rules.

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Love sells the proud heart's citadel to fate.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.

Youth is stranger than fiction.