And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

All thoughts that mold the age begin deep down within the primitive soul.

In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained; Know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy; do this deed for me?"

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.