There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThe setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMagnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow