Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill.

I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where.

What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the hour of adoration, the hour of rest, when we think of those we love only to regret that we have not loved them more dearly, when we remember our enemies only to forgive them.

Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the flowers they have planted, to see if they are growing.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere