Do anything, save to lie down and die!

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

As a general rule, Providence seldom vouchsafes to mortals any more than just that degree of encouragement which suffices to keep them at a reasonably full exertion of their powers.

Sleeping or waking, we hear not the airy footsteps of the strange things that almost happen.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.