Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.

A noble type of good. Heroic womanhood.

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

The student has his Rome, his Florence, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.