Old age is the verdict of life.

when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

One should not run on a new road.

It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.

Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge. And feeling is not an exact science; like all spiritual qualities, it has the vagueness of greatness about it.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.