If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.