Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
Speech is the small change of silence.
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
Sentimentalists are they who seek to enjoy without incurring the Immense Debtorship for a thing done.
The well of true wit is truth itself.