I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.