We loved with a love that was more than love! |
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. |
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. |
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream. |
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. |
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - imperfection - and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said. |