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

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

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

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.