"Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds the sun is shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall - Some days must be dark and dreary."

"Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone."

"The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do."

"Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart."

"Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it."

"Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads."

"A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain."

"It is too late! Ah, nothing is too lateTill the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.Cato learned Greek at eighty; SophoclesWrote his grand Oedipus, and SimonidesBore off the prize of verse from his compeers,When each had numbered more than fourscore years,And Theophrastus, at fourscore and ten,Had but begun his Characters of Men.Chaucer, at Woodstock with the nightingales,At sixty wrote the Canterbury Tales;Goethe at Weimar, toiling to the last,Completed Faust when eighty years were past,These are indeed exceptions; but they showHow far the gulf-stream of our youth may flowInto the arctic regions of our lives.Where little else than life itself survives."

"Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!"

"Anon from the castle wallsThe crescent banner falls,And the crowd beholds instead,Like a portent in the sky,Iskander's banner fly,The Black Eagle with double head;And a shout ascends on high,For men's souls are tired of the Turks,And their wicked ways and works,That have made of Ak-HissarA city of the plague;And the loud, exultant cryThat echoes wide and farIs: "Long live Scanderbeg!"

"Sadly as some old mediaeval knightGazed at the arms he could no longer wield,The sword two-handed and the shining shieldSuspended in the hall, and full in sight,While secret longings for the lost delightOf tourney or adventure in the fieldCame over him, and tears but half concealedTrembled and fell upon his beard of white,So I behold these books upon their shelf,My ornaments and arms of other days;Not wholly useless, though no longer used,For they remind me of my other self,Younger and stronger, and the pleasant waysIn which I walked, now clouded and confused."

"And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away."

"Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted wholly vain If rising on its wrecks at last To something nobler we attain."

"Let the dead Past bury its dead!"

"There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid."

"How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions aspirations dreams! Book of Beginnings Story without End Each maid a heroine and each man a friend!"

"Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful soundSeems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thoughtAs Hermes with his lyre in sleep profoundThe hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound;For I am weary, and am overwroughtWith too much toil, with too much care distraught,And with the iron crown of anguish crowned.Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek,O peaceful Sleep! until from pain releasedI breathe again uninterrupted breath!Ah, with what subtile meaning did the GreekCall thee the lesser mystery at the feastWhereof the greater mystery is death!"

"Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit."

"The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain."

"The soul ... is audible not visible."

"To persevere in one's duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny."

"For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art."

"The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring."

"Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o'er our fears, are all with thee " are all with thee!"

"Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week."

"Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose."

"Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all."

"Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king."

"Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place."

"Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter!"

"Resolve and thou art free."

"Be noble in every thought And in every deed!"