Stand firm as the tower that never shakes its top whatever wind may blow.

You can stay and die or you can walk your ugly ass back through that gate. It's your call, pal.

There's not the least thing can be said or done, but people will talk and find fault.

The more perfect a thing is, the more susceptible to good and bad treatment it is.

At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.

All of nature is God's art.

I wept not — so to stone I grew within.