Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.
Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
A glass of good wine is a gracious creature, and reconciles poor mortality to itself and that is what few things can do.
Adversity is, to me at least, a tonic and a bracer.
And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
When true friends meet in adverse hour; 'Tis like a sunbeam through a shower. A watery way an instant seen, The darkly closing clouds between.