A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.

As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

Cats are a very mysterious kind of folk. There is always more passing in their minds than we are aware of.

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.

Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!

All is possible for those who dare to die!