Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others.

Nothing that is can pause or stay.

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.