It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are faces I can never look upon without emotion, there are names I can never hear spoken without almost starting.

Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea