Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

Time can but make her beauty over again.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic's heart.

Education is not filling