The hour of happiness which comes unexpectedly is the happiest.
No poems can please long or live that are written by water drinkers.
Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.
No poem was ever written by a drinker of water.
Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.