Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

The soul never grows old.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.