Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

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

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.

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.

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

O passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.

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.