Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

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

All things are symbols.

How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!

So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest.

The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.