Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Resolve and thou art free.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

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.