Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.
No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.
we give each other a smile with a future in it
As soon as there was two there was pride.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart, than idiot with none.