Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.