From plants that wake when others sleep, from timid jasmine buds that keep their odour to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.

I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.

Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.

It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.

It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.

Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.