There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.

See how he throws his baited lines about,/And plays his men as anglers play their trout.

A child's education should begin at least one hundred years before he is born.

Memory is a net: one that finds it full of fish when he takes it from the brook, but a dozen miles of water have run through it without sticking.

To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.

Man has his will, but woman has her way.