While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

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

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.