Time elaborately thrown away.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
[The] public path of life Is dirty.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done