The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts
Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.
The prayer of Ajax was for light.
I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.