Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the distance we have run, but without any observation of the heavenly bodies.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.