For tis not in mere death that men die most.
viewIf thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.
viewYou were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
viewThe works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, to put on when you're weary -- or a stool. To stumble over and vex you... ''curse that stool!'' Or else at best, a cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not, but would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this... that, after all, we are paid the worth of our work, perhaps.
viewA woman's always younger than a man of equal years.
viewWhoso loves believes the impossible
viewI love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life.
viewThe beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.
viewI love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need,by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,tears,of all my life.
viewA woman is always younger than a man at equal years.
viewThe Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'
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