For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.

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

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.