A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.
Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.