Hope and be happy that all's for the best!
O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.
Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.
Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings; she seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality.
Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.