In youth, grief comes with a rush and overflow, but it dries up, too, like the torrent. In the winter of life it remains a miserable pool, resisting all evaporation.

He who has never denied himself for the sake of giving has but glanced at the joys of charity.

If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.

True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.

The inventory of my faith for this lower world is soon made out. I believe in Him who made it.

There are but two future verbs which man may appropriate confidently and without pride: "I shall suffer," and "I shall die.

One must be a somebody before they can have an enemy. One must be a force before he can be resisted by another force.