Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

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

The thoughts of Youth are long, long thoughts

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.