Men may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things. >>
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; n >>
My strength has the strength of ten because my heart is pure. >>
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am >>
For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; a >>
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see What petty follies they thems >>
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.