Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.

The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.

Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth.

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

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.