For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think;- And no man knows what then she may discover.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, and to fly back again.
I shall have more to say when I am dead.
Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.
She knows as well as anyone that pity, having played, soon tires.
He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are.
I don't say what God is, but a name That somehow answers us when we are driven To feel and think how little we have to do With what we are.
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