Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like

A Timid Person Is Frightened Before A Danger, A Coward During The Time, And A Courageous Person Afterward.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.

Whenever, At A Party, I Have Been In The Mood To Study Fools, I Have Always Looked For A Great Beauty: They Always Gather Round Her Like Flies Around A Fruit Stall.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.