Alack our life, so beautiful to see, With how much ease life losest, in a day, What many years with pain and toil amassed!

I have taken pride in others, never in myself.

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.

The aged love what is practical while impetuous youth longs only for what is dazzling.

From thought to thought, from mountain peak to mountain. Love leads me on; for I can never still My trouble on the world's well beaten ways.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away - sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.