As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.