Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

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

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

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

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark