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

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 is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

The end we aim at must be known, before the way can be made.

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