Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait -- not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.

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

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

I love thee, as the good love heaven.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.