Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they breathe.