O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

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

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others, like the ocean, are moved only by the breath of a storm, and not so easily lulled to rest.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.