Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?

The gymnasium of running, walking on stilts, climbing, etc. stells and makes hardy single powers and muscles, but dancing, like a corporeal poesy, embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.

Strong characters are brought out by change of situation, and gentle ones by permanence.