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.

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and stain from the lees of the vat.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us.

Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.