Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

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

Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.

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

Universal love is a glove without fingers, which fits all bands alike and none closely; but true affection is like a glove with fingers, which fits one hand only, and sits close to that one.

How narrow our souls become when absorbed in any present good or ill! It is only the thought of the future that makes them great.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.