Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.

These stars of earth, these golden flowers.

Welcome, Disappointment! Thy hand is cold and hard, but it is the hand of a friend. Thy voice is stern and harsh, but it is the voice of a friend. Oh, there is something sublime in calm endurance, something sublime in the resolute, fixed purpose of suffering without complaining, which makes disappointment oftentimes better than success!

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

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

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.