A man cannot have a pure mind who refuses apple dumplings.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert thou not born in my father's dwelling?

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.

Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.