The gift without the giver is rare.

There is only one thing better than tradition and that is the original and eternal life out of which all tradition takes its rise.

Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

Silence is sorrow's best food.

The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.