The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments.

There is no point where art so nearly touches nature as when it appears in the form of words.

The most beautiful sight this earth affords is a man or woman so filled with love that duty is only a name, and its performance the natural outflow and expression of the love which has become the central principle of their life.

All things unrevealed belong to the kingdom of mystery.

Heaven is not reached at a single bound. But we build the ladder by which we rise. From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.

The man who loves home best, and loves it most unselfishly, loves his country best.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.