Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a great man dies,For years beyond our ken,The light he leaves behind him liesUpon the paths of men.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn.

It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old.

Resolve and thou art free.

Nothing with God can be accidental.