O pilot! 'tis a fearful night There's danger on the deep.

The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.

She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills?

Solitude helps you to see life the way it is.

Conversion is not a single prayer. Conversion is pilgrimage.

He licked up to her ear and whispered, “You taste like summer. Did I ever mention, summer is my favorite season?

God draws straight with crooked lines.

Nothing is more destined to create deep-seated anxieties in people than the false assumption that life should be free from anxieties.

I woke up one day and realized I could never be an American.

Melancholy is sadness that has taken on lightness.

There is work that profits children, and there is work that brings profit only to employers. The object of employing children is not to train them, but to get high profits from their work.

I'm 81 and I'm in the prime of my life.

Every successful person in life began by pursuing a passion, usually against all odds.