God'll send the bill to you.
Sorrow is the great idealizer.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
I love her with a love as still As a broad river's peaceful might, Which by high tower and lowly mill, Goes wandering at its own will, And yet does ever flow aright.