Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

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

Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain, But never will be sung to us again, Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.

Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.