You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.