The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut: Cast a cold eye On life, on death. Horseman, pass by!
Love comes in at the eye.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.