A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder.

Music is the language spoken by angels.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.