Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall.

Of what shall we be proud of if we are not proud of our friends?

Do not measure success by today's harvest. Measure success by the seeds you plant today.

Death is given in a kiss; the dearest kindnesses are fatal; and into this life, where one thing preys upon another, the child too often makes its entrance from the mother's corpse.

All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.

We can only know others by ourselves.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.