"Some people talk as if meeting the gaze of absolute goodness would be fun. They need to think again. They are still only playing with religion. Goodness is either the great safety or the great danger — according to the way you react to it."

"Danger reawakens the spirit."

"A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms."

"I have not quailed to danger's brow When high and happy—need I now?"

"Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron!"

"The number two risk factor is that this business gets the wrong management. And you get a guy or a woman in charge of it that are presentable — the directors like 'em — they don't what they're doing — but they know how to put on an appearance. That's the biggest single danger."

"Perfume for a lady's chamber."

"Take your paper, too, And let me have them very well perfumed, For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to."

"The perfumed tincture of the roses."

"Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections?"

"From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs."

"So perfumed that The winds were love-sick."

"And all your courtly civet cats can vent Perfume to you, to me is excrement."

"And all Arabia breathes from yonder box."

"An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger."

"Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabie the blest."

"A stream of rich distill'd perfumes."

"Look not for musk in a dog's kennel."

"And ever since then, when the clock strikes two, She walks unbidden from room to room, And the air is filled that she passes through With a subtle, sad perfume. The delicate odor of mignonette, The ghost of a dead and gone bouquet, Is all that tells of her story—yet Could she think of a sweeter way?"

"A woman’s perfume tells more about her than her handwriting."

"Soft carpet-knights all scenting musk and amber."

"I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume."

"And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour."

"In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!"

"She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be."

"Gone—flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart."

"Say good-bye er howdy-do— What's the odds betwixt the two? Comin'—goin'—every day— Best friends first to go away— Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold Than their weight in solid gold, Slips their grip while greetin' you,— Say good-bye er howdy-do?"

"But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,— What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon."

"Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart, And often took leave; but was loth to part."

"Shall I bid her goe? what and if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no, I dare not."

"If we must part forever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself with, while my heart's breaking."

"My Book and Heart Shall never part."

"Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn."

"Excuse me, then! you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part."

"We only part to meet again."

"The king of Babylon stood at the parting of the way."

"In every parting there is an image of death."

"One kind kiss before we part, Drop a tear, and bid adieu; Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you."

"Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill, The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking— Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering still? Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?"

"We two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years."

"Let's not unman each other—part at once; All farewells should be sudden, when forever, Else they make an eternity of moments, And clog the last sad sands of life with tears."