Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.