Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

The motives and purposes of authors are not always so pure and high, as, in the enthusiasm of youth, we sometimes imagine. To many the trumpet of fame is nothing but a tin horn to call them home, like laborers from, the field, at dinner-time, and they think themselves lucky to get the dinner.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

A boy's will is the wind's will.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.