The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.
Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.
God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.
Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.
A poem round and perfect as a star.