He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.