The muffled syllables that Nature speaksFill us with deeper longing for her word; She hides a meaning that the spirit seeks,She makes a sweeter music than is heard.

Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Wisdom comes by disillusionment.

There is no cure for birth or death save to enjoy the interval.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.