When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.

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

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.