Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

Time is the life of the soul.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

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