The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

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 soul...is audible, not visible.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.