"The human voice is the organ of the soul."

"All things must change to something new, to something strange."

"Noble souls through dust and heat rise from disaster and defeat the stronger."

"How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong."

"Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face."

"If I am not worth the wooing I surely am not worth the winning."

"Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat."

"Tomorrow is the mysterious unknown guest."

"O, how wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul! The intellect of man sits enthroned visibly upon his forehead and in his eye; and the heart of man is written upon his countenance. But the soul reveals itself in the voice only; as God revealed himself to the prophet of old in the still, small voice; and in a voice from the burning bush. The soul of man is audible, not visible. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man!"

"It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved."

"He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce."

"Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels."

"As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical."

"Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate."

"Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time."

"If you would hit the mark you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth."

"All things come round to him who will but wait."

"Thou too sail on O Shipof State! Sail on O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years Is hanging breathless on thy fate!"

"The writer of this legend then recordsIts ghostly application in these words:The image is the Adversary old,Whose beckoning finger points to realms of gold;Our lusts and passions are the downward stairThat leads the soul from a diviner air;The archer, Death; the flaming jewel, Life;Terrestrial goods, the goblet and the knife;The knights and ladies all whose flesh and boneBy avarice have been hardened into stone;The clerk, the scholar whom the love of pelfTempts from his books and from his nobler self.The scholar and the world! The endless strife,The discord in the harmonies of life!The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books;The market-place, the eager love of gain,Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!"

"Our faith triumphant o'er our fears."

"My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea,and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me."

"Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose."

"Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find."

"With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,We sailed for the Hesperides,The land where golden apples grow;But that, ah! that was long ago.How far, since then, the ocean streamsHave swept us from that land of dreams,That land of fiction and of truth,The lost Atlantis of our youth!Whither, ah, whither? Are not theseThe tempest-haunted Orcades,Where sea-gulls scream, and breakers roar,And wreck and sea-weed line the shore?Ultima Thule! Utmost Isle!Here in thy harbors for a whileWe lower our sails; a while we restFrom the unending, endless quest."

"His imagination seemed still to exhaust itself in running, before it tried to leap the ditch. While he mused, the fire burned in other brains. Other hands wrote the books he dreamed about. He freely used his good ideas in conversation, and in letters; and they were straightway wrought into the texture of other men's books, and so lost to him for ever."

"There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings."

"Time ... is the life of the soul."

"Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul."

"Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night."

"None but yourself who are your greatest foe."

"Day of the Lord as all our days should be!"

"Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem."

"It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought! Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery, we build where monsters used to hide themselves."

"And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;"For hate is strong,And mocks the songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep!The Wrong shall fail,the Right prevail,With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

"The nearer the dawnthe darker the night."

"Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses."

"When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music."

"Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions."

"Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak."

"And oft the blessed time foretellsWhen all men shall be free;And musical, as silver bells,Their falling chains shall be."

"In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer."

"Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language;While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past."

"Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues."

"When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar."

"It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun."

"Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart."

"Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied."

"As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain."

"These are the woes of Slaves;They glare from the abyss;They cry, from unknown graves,"We are the Witnesses!"

"The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service."