Make all good men your well-wishers, and then, in the years' steady sifting, Some of them turn into friends. Friends are the sunshine of life.
John HayWhat is first love worth, except to prepare for a second? What does second love bring? Only regret for the first.
John HayThere are three species of creatures who when they seem coming are going, when they seem going they come: diplomats, women, and crabs.
John Hay