Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

The bravest are the tenderest.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

The nearer the dawn the darker the night.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

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