God hands gifts to some, whispers them to others.
God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.
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.
Words of love are works of love.
There is one thing diviner than duty, namely, the bond of obligation transmuted into liberty.
Reserve may be pride fortified in ice; dignity is worth reposing on truth.