How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight!

Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.

How like they are to human things!

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

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.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.