Unto each man comes a day when his favorite sins all forsake him, And he complacently thinks he has forsaken his sins.
John HayBreak not the rose; its fragrance and beauty are surely sufficient, resting contented with these, never a thorn shall you feel.
John HayTrue luck consists not in holding the best of the cards at the table; luckiest is he who knows just when to rise and go home.
John Hay