Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

Visits always give pleasure - if not the arrival the departure.

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need of hell.

We only part to meet again.

Departure should be sudden.

A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence else who could bear it?

A little while with grief and laughter And then the day will close The shadows gather . . . what comes after No man knows.