Children Use The Fist Until They Are

If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange And Be All To Me?

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

The Essence Of All Beauty, I Call Love, The Attribute, The Evidence, And End, The Consummation To The Inward Sense Of Beauty Apprehended From Without, I Still Call Love.