Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

The Fate Of Love Is That It Always Seems Too Little Or Too Much.

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.

All Revolutions Are Treason Until They Are Accomplished.

Youth Is Always Sure That Change Must Mean Something Better.