Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.

The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.