But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under >>
I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is eno >>
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. >>
There is nothing certain, but the uncertain. >>
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing. >>
We are not certain, we are never certain. If we were we could reach so >>
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.