Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

In what a forge and what a heat were shaped the anchors of thy hope! Fear not each sudden sound and shock; 'Tis of the wave and not the rock.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!