If the past year were offered me again, And choice of good and ill before me set Would I accept the pleasure with the pain Or dare to wish that we had never met?

Many a poor soul has had to suffer from the weight of the debts on him, finding no rest or peace after death.

It was among farmers and potato diggers and old men in workhouses and beggars at my own door that I found what was beyond these and yet farther beyond that drawingroom poet of my childhood in the expression of love, and grief, and the pain of parting, that are the disclosure of the individual soul.

Every day in the year there comes some malice into the world, and where it comes from is no good place.

It is better to be tied to any thorny bush than to be with a cross man.

The way most people fail is in not keeping up the heart.

Queen Victoria was loyal and true to the Pope; that is what I was told, and so is Edward the Seventh loyal and true, but he has got something contrary in his body.