Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

Evil is only good perverted.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only a few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced.

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.