We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.
It is God's giving if we laugh or weep.
What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
Gentle time will heal our sorrows.
There is no success without hardship.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.