Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.