Where thou art, that is home.
My heart is like a singing bird.
Sisters are brittle things. God was penurious with me, which makes me shrewd with Him. One is a dainty sum! One bird, one cage, one flight; one song in those far woods, as yet suspected by faith only!
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
If you do your fair day’s work, you are certain to get your fair day’s wage – in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.