The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.