How like they are to human things!

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

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

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.