Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

Christmas hath a beauty ... lovelier than the world can show.

Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.