All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.

In prosperous times I have sometimes felt my fancy and powers of language flag, but adversity is to me at least a tonic and bracer.

It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have know a better day.