More than kisses, letters mingle souls.

Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Begin to be now what you will be hereafter.