Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth.
Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.
For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
One day in the country Is worth a month in town
Silence is more musical than any song.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.