Love is like life-merely longer.

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

Judge tenderly of me.

Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.

Much Madness is divinest Sense -- To a discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- the starkest Madness -- 'Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -- Assent -- and you are sane -- Demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- And handled with a Chain --

A Word that Breathes Distinctly Has not the Power to Die

If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.