The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

The secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight, but without them no superstructure can stand secure.

It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.