A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.