This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

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

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

Music is the universal language of mankind.