The burden becomes light that is shared by love.
Opportunity is ever worth expecting; let your hood be ever hanging ready. The fish will be in the pool where you least imagine it to be.
Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot.
The time will come when you will hate the sight of a mirror.
Well has he lived who has lived well in obscurity.
The poet's labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.