Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.
Those who love are but one step from heaven.
The victory's in believing.
A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.