Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.
The prayer of Ajax was for light.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.
You would attain to the divine perfection.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.