Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

Evil is only good perverted.

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

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.