Death tugs at my ear and says, 'Live. I am coming.

Youth longs and manhood strives, but age remembers.

The best servant does his work unseen.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

Life as we call it, is nothing but the edge of the boundless ocean of existence when it comes upon soundings.

Fame usually comes to those who are thinking about something else - very rarely to those who say to themselves, 'Go to, now, let us be a celebrated individual!'.

We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.