To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

Every man has a paradise around him till he sins, and the angel of an accusing conscience drives him from his Eden.

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.