And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of trouble and full of care; To stay at home is best.

Every man has his secret sorrows.