Silence is more musical than any song.

A pin has a head, but has no hair

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

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.

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.