The soul never grows old.

No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.