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.

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

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

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

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.