She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.