“Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'...”

“The shell must break before the bird can fly.”

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.”

“Once in a golden hour I cast to earth a seed. Up there came a flower, The people said, a weed.”