Sometimes it is best to burn paintings that just don't burn.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
This is the right time, and this is the right thing.
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
The young May moon is beaming, love. The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love. How sweet to rove, Through Morna's grove, When the drowsy world is dreaming, love! Then awake! - the heavens look bright, my dear, 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear, And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!
It is an excellent circumstance that hospitality grows best where it is most needed.
We are always bored by the very people by whom it is vital not to be bored.
If you pay close attention to each day, you will discover the magic moment.
God has no religion.