Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

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.

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.