Not in the knowledge of things without, but in the perfection of the soul within, lies the empire of man aspiring to be more than man.

They have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.

The night is past,-joy cometh with the morrow.

Genius, the Pythian of the beautiful, leaves its large truths a riddle to the dull.

Earnest men never think in vain, though their thoughts may be errors.

A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.

We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.