Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not

Never Part Without Loving Words To Think Of During Your Absence. It May Be That You Will Not Meet Again In This Life.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

He Thought Of The Mouldering Child, Which Laid Its Withered Thin Arms Around His Soul, As If It Were His Own, And To Whom Death Had Given As Much As A God Gave To Endymion, — Sleep, Eternal Youth, And Immortality.