And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can. |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame. |
He said true things, but called them by wrong names. |
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough. |
A woman is always younger than a man at equal years. |
Who so loves believes the impossible. |
Since when was genius found respectable? |
My sun sets to raise again. |
World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain. |
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white. |
The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness. |
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only. |
At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction. |
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. |
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl? |
An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all. |
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.' |
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality? |
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes. |