Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

Words have a longer life than deeds.

Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection

May God grant me love for that which has splendor; but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.

Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

The noblest of the elements is water