Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.

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

Now, I have nothing to say against uncles in general. They are usually very excellent people, and very convenient to little boys and girls.

Human life is so full of pain, that once past the youthful delusion that a sad countenance is interesting, and an incurable woe the most delightful thing possible, the mind instinctively turns where it can get rest, and cheer and sunshine. And the friend who can bring to it the largest portion of these is, of a natural necessity, the most useful, the most welcome, and the most dear.

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

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.