In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.