Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.

Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.