The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty.

Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

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