Repetition is the mother of education.
There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.
It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.
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.
Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.
Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.