“Bid us sigh on from day to day,
And wish and wish the soul away,
Till youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone.”

“O bitter is it to abide
In weariness alway:
At dawn to sigh for eventide,
At eventide for day.
Thy noon hath fled: thy sun hath shone:
The brightness of thy day is gone:
What need to lag and linger on
Till life be cold and gray?”

“He who wishes to be rich in a day will be hanged in a year.”

“That woman I once was,
in a black agate necklace,
I do not wish to meet again
till the Day of Judgement.”

“I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.”

“You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.”

“Hail, blooming Youth!
May all your virtues with your years improve,
Till in consummate worth you shine the pride
Of these our days, and succeeding times
A bright example.”

“Success is full of promise till men get it; and then it is last year's nest from which the bird has flown.”

“I sit, this evening, far away,
From all I used to know,
And nought reminds my soul to-day
Of happy long ago.”

“You can go through your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.”