All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

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

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.