Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

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

What seems to us but dim funeral tapers may be heaven's distant lamps.

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

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.