Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.

Now, it is well known, that a man may with more impunity be guilty of an actual breach either of real good breeding or of good morals, than appear ignorant of the most minute point of fashionable etiquette.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.