God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.
The flower which we do not pluck is the only one which never loses its beauty or its fragrance.
Ah, could the soul, like the body, have a mirror! It has,--a friend.
Aphorisms are portable wisdom, the quintessential extracts of thought and feeling.
The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.
A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one.