There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows.

Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

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

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.