I learned to love despair.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.

But stories somehow lengthen when begun.

I have a passion for the name of "Mary," For once it was a magic sound to me, And still it half calls up the realms of fairy, Where I beheld what never was to be.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain