Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

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

To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.