Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end.

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

My heart is breaking for a little love