William Butler Yeats: A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love.

A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love. — William Butler Yeats

A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love.
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is — Love, forgive us! — cinders, ashes, — John Keats
Ein liebendes Mädchen wird unbewust kühner. A loving maiden grows unconsciously — Jean Paul Richter
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to — William Makepeace Thackeray
At first, she loved nought else but flowers, And then—she only loved the rose; A — Ridgely Torrence
Unheralded, God's captain came As one that answers to his name; Nor dreamed how — Abraham Lincoln
A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is t — Oscar Wilde
The Will-be and the Has-been touch us more nearly than the Is. So we are more te — Samuel Butler
Remember that there is always a limit to self-indulgence but none to self-restra — Mahatma Gandhi
The principles of great men illuminate the universe. — Mencius
Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in the anc — Vladimir Lenin
Nondum amabam, et amare amabam...quaerebam quid amarem, amans amare. — I was not yet in love
All that glisters is not gold. — William Shakespeare