Resolve and thou art free.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.