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

Then followed that beautiful season... Summer.... Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.