Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.

In women everything is heart, even the head.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

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.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year's Eve of time.

feelings of man are always pure and the brightest to the meeting time and Farewell.