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.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?

Art is the child of Nature.

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

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

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.