With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

I like to walk about amidst the beautiful things that adorn the world.

Theory helps us to bear our ignorance of facts.

Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.

It takes patience to appreciate domestic bliss; volatile spirits prefer unhappiness.

We do right enough darling, if we go wrong together.

Wisdom comes from disillusionment.