The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.