The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely In the flattering toils of philandery.

Habit is Heaven's own redress: it takes the place of happiness.

The clock of doom had struck as fated; the poet, without a sound, let fall his pistol on the ground.

Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.

It was because of this guy I had gone out with and had been really, really close with. I really loved him. I felt that he was my best friend. But he was a teen…

Loving-if the answering breast Seem not to be thus possessed, Still in hoping have a care; If it do, beware, beware! But if in yourself you find it, Above all …

To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.