So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.

No man is so poor as that. As well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing worth giving to the sea, because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.