Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Category Archive: 1807
Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Evil is only good perverted.
Beauty seen is never lost, God’s colors all are fast.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.