Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Ah tell me not that memory / Sheds gladness o'er the past; / What is recalled by faded flowers / Save that they did not last?

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.