A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

Age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought. Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery; we build where monsters used to hide themselves.

Joy, temperance, and repose, Slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Learn to labour and to wait.

Let us, then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait.

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.