Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
Nothing but what astonishes is true.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?