There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.

Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.

we wish for more in life rather than more of it.

I don't want to die. But I want to be dead.

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

It is not reason which makes faith hard, but life.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?