I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

From this hour, freedom! Going where I like, my own master.

The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections.

The fruition of beauty is no chance of hit or miss... it is inevitable as life.

We were together. I forget the rest.

I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.