For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a long time in the chimney, cover themselves with soot, and bring nothing away but a bag of cinders, and then sing from the top of the house as if they had built it.

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.