Of bird and prophet and his light shall lead On through the darkness to eventual light, To undiscovered wealth, to newer need . . .
Forgetting is the cost of living cheerfully.
Even the great can have only their own sort of greatness.
Nothing seems so tragic to one who is old as the death of one who is young, and this alone proves that life is a good thing.
No one can ever help loving anyone.
It is much more exquisite to be blown from the tree as a flower than to be shaken down as a shriveled and bitter fruit.