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.

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.

Many ingenious lovely things are gone / That seemed sheer miracle to the multitude.

If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?