"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!"

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

"And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid."

"Art is long, and Time is fleeting."

"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."

"We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time."

"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."

"I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions"

"In the long run men hit only what they aim at."

"The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend."

"Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftimes we call a man cold when he is only sad."

"Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."

"Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead."

"The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day."

"Out of the shdows of night The world rolls into light."

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

"The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air."

"Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining"

"I hear the wind among the trees playing the celestial symphonies."

"The nearer the dawn the darker the night."

"In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods are everywhere"

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

"The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night."

"Great is the art of beginning."

"She floats upon the river of his thoughts."

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

"Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before."

"To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might."

"He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels."

"Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!"

"One if by land, two if by sea."

"Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” —"

"Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” —"

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

"Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it"

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

"Its reward is in the doing, And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize"

"Think not, because no man sees Such things will remain unseen"

"Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave."

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

"��And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, ��Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever."

"The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken."

"You judge yourself by what your capable of doing, while others judge you by what you have already done"

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

"Art is the child of Nature."

"Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts."

"��Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; ��Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended."

"Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth."

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

"Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought"