I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
So runs my dream, but what am I? An infant crying in the night An infant crying for the light And with no language but a cry.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence, but in the mastery, of his passions.
The war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battleflags were furl'd In the parliament of man, the federation of the world.
Marriages are made in Heaven.
'Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.