The End We Aim At Must Be

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.

The Words That A Father Speaks To His Children In The Privacy Of Home Are Not Heard By The World, But, As In Whispering Galleries, They Are Clearly Heard At The End, And By Posterity.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.