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.
Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.
Remembrances last longer than present realities.
Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.
It is easy to flatter; it is harder to praise.
Repetition is the mother of education.