Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.