This first glance of a soul which does not yet know itself is like dawn in the heavens; it is the awakening of something radiant and unknown.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

Be like the bird that$$$ passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight$$$ feels them give way beneath her$$$ and yet sings$$$ knowing that she hath wings.

Winter is on my head$$$ but eternal spring is in my heart.

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed$$$ And my head$$$ worn out with love$$$ at rest In my hands$$$ and my hands full of dust.

The dreamer in her<br>Had fallen in love with me and she did not know it.<br>That moment the dreamer in me<br>Fell in love with her and I knew it.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

The only way to get a thing done is to start to do it$$$ then keep on doing it$$$ and finally you'll finish it.