Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.

That beautiful mild woman for whose sake There's many a one shall find out all heartache On finding that her voice is sweet and low Replied, 'To be born a woman is to know- Although they do not talk of it at school - That we must labor to be beautiful.

What the world's million lips are searching for, must be substantial somewhere.

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?