We love the things we love for what they are.

The Hyla breed That shouted in the mist a month ago, Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me…

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all…

Man knows that love is, but not what it is.

La raison et l'amour sont ennemis jures.

Thou must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach; Thy soul must overflow, if thou Another's soul would'st reach! It needs the overflow of heart To gi…