“Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.”

The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.

Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.

In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering ‘it will be happier’.

I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.

Nor is it wiser to weep a true occasion lost, but trim our sails, and let old bygones be.

A louse in the locks of literature.

He makes no friend who never made a foe.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.

Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.

The smallest coffins are the heaviest.

The ones that love us never really leave us.

You give birth to that on which you fix your mind.

A man’s worth is no greater than the worth of his ambitions.

I think you accidentally learn things in high school that turn out to be life lessons when you are able to step back a bit and study them in more depth.

Tears are words that need to be written.

The dead should not rule the living.

Love, and you shall be loved.