Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before.

The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at noon we trample them under foot; and in the evening they stretch long, broad, and deepening before us.

A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.

Let us be merciful as well as just.

The bravest are the tenderest.