Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.

For sleep, riches and health to be truly enjoyed and gratefully appreciated, they must be interrupted so the person can see that not having them is not as good as having them.

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

The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering galleries, they are clearly heard at the end, and by posterity.

There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and of leaving it behind them when they go.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Remembrances last longer than present realities.