Five enemies of peace inhabit with us - avarice, ambition, envy, anger, and pride; if these were to be banished, we should infallibly enjoy perpetual peace.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

For style beyond the genius never dares.

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.