Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

Youth is to all the glad reason of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

There are good and bad times, but our mood changes more often than our fortune.

The tragedy of life is not so much what men suffer, but rather what they miss