 For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands. |
| Silence is more musical than any song. |
| And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. |
| Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine. |
| Hope is like a hairball trembling from its birth. |
| Obedience is the fruit of faith. |
| Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad. |
| I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away. |
| Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. |
| My heart is like a singing bird. |
| She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth. |
| I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on. |
