Few things are more aggravating than to be forgiven when one has done no wrong.

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and i…

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Now the last red ray is gone; Now the twilight shadows hie.

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half …

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Yesterday's errors let yesterday cover.

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow… and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin…

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red.

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

The sobbing wind is fierce and strong; its cry is like a human wail.

- Sarah Chauncey Woolsey