Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!
Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.