I have experienc'd / The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst / That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb / With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--

The light which experience gives is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us.

Talk to the devil, and his horns appear.

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, / The glorious Sun uprist.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions— the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look or heartfelt compliment.

O struggling with the darkness all the night,/ And visited all night by troops of stars.

Drest as a bridesmaid, but all pale and cold, / With roseless cheek, all pale and cold and dim, / Lie lifeless at my feet! / And then came Love, a sylph in bridal trim, / And stood beside my seat; / She bent, and kiss'd her sister's lips, / As she was wont to do;-- / Alas! 'twas but a chilling breath / Woke just enough of life in death / To make Hope die anew.

A little child, a limber elf, / Singing, dancing to itself, / A fairy thing with red round cheeks, / That always finds, and never seeks, / Makes such a vision to the sight / As fills a father's eyes with light.

Advice is like snow – the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn.