The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.

The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!

I have grown to believe that there is no dangerous idea, which does not become less dangerous when written out in sincere and careful English.

There is only one romance the Soul's.

Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O Never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.