The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.