“I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.”

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done.

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.

We convince by our presence.

All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom – one brief hour of madness and joy.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.

I’d rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own.

If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

I wish I could live inside my dreams with you together forever.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

True love is rare, and it’s the only thing that gives life real meaning.