Time rolls his ceaseless course.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

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.

Meat eaten without either mirth or music is ill of digestion.

There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.