One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.