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

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

The soul never grows old.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.