Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.