Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.