Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!