Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

genius is original, unique; and in whatever form it may develop itself is the greatest gift that can be given to man, the strongest known link between the material life we have and the spiritual life that we can only guess at. Every great poet, painter, or musician - every inventor or man of science, every fine actor or orator, comes to us as the exponent of something diviner than we know. We cannot understand it, but we feel it, and acknowledge it.

Happiness! Can any human being undertake to define it for another?

A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.