Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.