Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.
When a new book is published, read an old one.