The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

Perseverance is a great element of success.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.