Weakness is a great bully without knowing it.
The anger of slow, mild, loving people has a lasting quality that mere bad-tempered folk cannot understand.
silence is very moving to youth, for who knows what it hides?
To talk over a quarrel, with its inevitable accompaniment of self-justification, is too much like handling cobwebs to be very successful.
When did Youth ever thank Age for its wisdom?
the blue and cloudless day closes like the lid of a casket of jewels upon the violet rim of sea, and shuts out the light.