“Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.”
“Love is ever new because it never groweth old.”
“Too late came I to love you, O Beauty both so ancient and so new! Too late came I to love you - and behold you were with me all the time . . .”
“For whence had that former sorrow so easily penetrated to the quick, but that I had poured out my soul upon the dust, in loving one who must die?”
“In the absence of justice, what is sovereignty but organized robbery?”
“I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful; but I have never read in either of them: Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden.”