“When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flown,
Oh, who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?”

“So in the heart,
When, fading slowly down the past,
Fond memories depart,
And each that leaves it seems the last;
Long after all the rest are flown,
Returns a solitary tone,—
The after-echo of departed years,—
And touches all the soul to tears.”

“Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands,
And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile
Can this fond heart forget.”

“A city becomes a world when one loves one of its inhabitants.”

“Too innocent for coquetry, too fond for idle scorning—
Oh friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning.”

“The man who assumes everything is a lie is at least as mistaken as the one who assumes everything is true.”

“And every word that you speak makes my heart sing when it's weak for often this outlook on life can be bleak.”

“How wonderful to know someone who was bad and dishonorable and a cheat and a liar, when all the world was filled with people who would not lie to save their souls and who would rather starve than do a dishonorable deed!”

“The one Lord who created the world is the Lord of all.
Fortunate is their advent into the world, whose hearts remain attached to God's service.
O foolish man, why hast thou forgotten Him?
When thou adjustest thine account, my friend, thou shalt be deemed educated.
The Primal Being is the Giver; He alone is true.
No account shall be due by the pious man who understandeth by means of these letters.”

“Oh, oh, oh
You're changing your heart
Oh, oh, oh
You know who you are.”