Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

Passion Makes The Best Observations And The Sorriest Conclusions.

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.