Beauty in all things-no, we cannot hope for that; but some place set apart for it.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.

Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.

A grave is such a quiet place.

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.