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

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

Music is the universal language of mankind.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.