Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.
Peace is the happy natural state of man; war is corruption and disgrace.
Ingratitude is treason to mankind.
For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.
But who can paint like Nature? Can imagination boast, amid its gay creation, hues like hers?