As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.

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

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.