Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Sorrow is a stone that crushes a single bearer to the ground, while two are able to carry it with ease.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Doubt is the shadow of truth.
Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.