Talkers Are No Good Doers.

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.