Silence sweeter is than speech.

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.

A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.

It may often be noticed, the less virtuous people are, the more they shrink away from the slightest whiff of the odour of un-sanctity. The good are ever the most charitable, the pure are the most brave.

God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.