Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, - always do what you are afraid to do.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

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.

Learn to labour and to wait.

The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart.