What Makes Old Age So Sad Is,

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

There Are Souls Which Fall From Heaven Like Flowers, But Ere They Bloom Are Crushed Under The Foul Tread Of Some Brutal Hoof.

Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They Are Smoothest.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.