Where's the need of singing now?

Pity is like a knife, sometimes, and it may pierce one who employs it more shrewdly than the victim it would save.

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

I mean you last as long as lies.

Youth sees too far to see how near it is To seeing farther.