Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most.
I work with patience, which is almost power.
My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)
Who so loves believes the impossible.