Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows.

Softly the evening came /with the sunset/.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.