Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

She burned too bright for this world.

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!