“[…] faded smiles oft linger in the face,
While grief's first flakes fall silent on the head!”

“These friendly words awhile consoled the fair;
For grief imparted oft alleviates care.”

“In all the silent manliness of grief.”

“The falling flakes were random and without purpose; the snow was drunker than she was.”

“The smile fades where love ends.”

“Blush'd the first blush of coming day,
Faded the fairy band away.
They pass'd and only left behind
A lingering fragrance on the wind,
And on the lake, their haunted home,
One long white wreath of silver foam.”

“The drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.”

“For oft the grace
Of costly vest improves a beauteous face.”

“So," I said. "Seems you're going to be stuck with me for a while."
He smiled. A real smile that lit up his whole face.
"Good”

“Vice is a monster of so frightful mien
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.”