how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it. That low man goes on adding one to one, His hundred's soon hit: This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit. That, has the world here-should he need the next, Let the world mind him! This, throws himself on God, and unperplext Seeking shall find Him.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

Over my head his arm he flung, Against the world.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.