Life May Change, But It May Fly

All Love Is Sweet, Given Or Received.

Love Is Free; To Promise For Ever To Love The Same Woman Is Not Less Absurd Than To Promise To Believe The Same Creed; Such A Vow In Both Cases Excludes Us From All Inquiry.

The Great Instrument Of Moral Good Is The Imagination.

Music, When Soft Voices Die, Vibrates In The Memory; Odors, When Sweet Violets Sicken, Live Within The Sense They Quicken.

I Love All Waste And Solitary Places.