And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation would there be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!... We are like children who are astonished and delighted only by the second-hand of the clock, not by the hour-hand.

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.