To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.

O blest one hour like this! to rise And see grief's shadows backward roll; While bursts on unaccustomed eyes The glad Aurora of the soul.

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.