Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
Tears at times have the weight of speech.
The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.
How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.