Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

Time is the life of the soul.