For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.