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

Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

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

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?

I believe when I am in the mood that all nature is full of people whom we cannot see, and that some of these are ugly or grotesque, and some wicked or foolish, but very many beautiful beyond any one we have ever seen, and that these are not far away... and the simple of all times and the wise men of ancient times have seen them and even spoken to them.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?