Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

For every worm beneath the moon Draws different threads, and late and soon Spins, toiling out his own cocoon.

The parting of a husband and wife is like the cleaving of a heart; one half will flutter here, one there.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.

Blind and naked ignorance delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, on all things all day long

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.