Only the wasteful virtues earn the sun.

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.

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?

The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

To be born woman is to know - although they do not speak of it at school - women must labor to be beautiful.