To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.