The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.

Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

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

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Where toil shall cease and rest begin, Am weary, thinking of your road!

Art is long, and Time is fleeting.