Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

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

From labor there shall come forth rest.

Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!