Silence is more musical than any song.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you’d say, ‘Where? What?’ and turn away.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.
Obedience is the fruit of faith.
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
My heart is like a singing bird.
Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.