The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration in the air, Which makes the passers in the city street Congratulate each other as they meet.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

Our blossoms of passion, gay and luxuriant flowers, are bright and full of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly.

Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for.

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!