In every parting there is an image of death.
Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
No man is matriculated to the art of life till he has been well tempted.
A good horse makes short miles.
I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.