It is not while beauty And youth are thine own And thy cheeks Unprofaned by a tear That the ferver and faith Of a soul can be known To which time will but Make thee more dear No the heart that has truly loved Never forgets But as truly loves On to the close As the sunflower turns On her god when he sets The same look which She'd turned when he rose.

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

Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.

Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.

You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.

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

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.