How like they are to human things!

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow.

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.