I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.

Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.

No man has ever lived that had enough of children's gratitude or woman's love.