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

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician had touched the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds melt into the air, the wind falls, and serenity succeeds the storm. The causes which produce these changes may have been long at work within us, but the changes themselves are instantaneous, and apparently without sufficient cause.