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 is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

I whispered, 'I am too young,' and then, 'I am old enough'; wherefore I threw a penny to find out if I might love.

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

Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.

Where there is nothing, there is God.