“The year is dying in the night.”

“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.”

“Sometimes the heart sees what's invisible to the eye.”

“The children born of thee are sword and fire,Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws,”

“We needs must love the highest when we see it.”

“I remainMistress of mine own self and mine own soul”

“The quiet sense of something lost”