The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.
Fine phrases I value more than bank-notes. I have ear for no other harmony than the harmony of words. To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.