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?
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I lingered round them, under the benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. (Wuthering Heights)
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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.