Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost

There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.

Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith.

Now, motionless and dark, eluded search Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire.