For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breath, And love itself have rest.

[Poetry] is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

Oh! too convincing - dangerously dear - In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

I really did put up all my wedding pictures on my website. And I swear to you, my wedding pictures got downloaded just as much as my bikini pictures.

I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.

Friendship is Love without his wings!