There's nothing half so real in life as the things you've done... inexorably, unalterably done.
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
Of my own spirit let me be in sole though feeble mastery.
Wisdom is not acquired save as the result of investigation.
I shall not let a sorrow die Until I find the heart of it, Nor let a wordless joy go by Until it talks to me a bit.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.