But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.
Great things are done when men and mountains meet.
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.