Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.
O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.
Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?
A friend is somebody who loves us with understanding, as well as emotion.
There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.