Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.
Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.
A pin has a head, but has no hair