Love is like the wild-rose briar; Friendship is like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad ... and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading; it vexes me to choose another guide.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
She burned too bright for this world.
Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.
And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.