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

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.

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

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!