Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Evil is only good perverted.