If self-knowledge is the road to virtue, so is virtue still more the road to self-knowledge.

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.

He thought of the mouldering child, which laid its withered thin arms around his soul, as if it were his own, and to whom Death had given as much as a god gave to Endymion, — sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

The romance of life begins and ends with two blank pages. Age and extreme old age.

With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?

What a father says to his children is not heard by the world, but it will be heard by posterity.

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.