To have ideas is to gather flowers; to think is to weave them into garlands.
Let us not fail to scatter along our pathway the seeds of kindness and sympathy. Some of them will doubtless perish; but if one only lives, it will perfume our steps and rejoice our eyes.
In this world of change naught which comes stays and naught which goes is lost.
Old age is not one of the beauties of creation, but it is one of its harmonies.
Youth should be a savings bank.
Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.