Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

Woman And Men Of Retiring Timidity Are Cowardly Only In Dangers Which Affect Themselves, But The First To Rescue When Others Are In Danger.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

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