Life is real! Life is earnest! And death is not its goal. Dust thou art, to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake somebody.

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship. Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!