Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

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?

It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.