That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

The prayer of Ajax was for light.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.