The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

The highest exercise of imagination is not to devise what has no existence, but rather to perceive what really exists, though unseen by the outward eye-not creation, but insight.

Today is the blocks with which we build.

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only intoxicate.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of evening fall around us, and the world seems but a dim reflection - itself a broader shadow. We look forward into the coming lonely night. The soul withdraws into itself. Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.