The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.

It ever is the marked propensity of restless and aspiring minds to look into the stretch of dark futurity.

To struggle when hope is banished! To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished! To endure, and go calmly on! The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!