The connoisseur of art must be able to appreciate what is simply beautiful, but the common run of people is satisfied with ornament.

Let your trouble be Light will follow dark Though the heaven falls You may hear the lark.

Love can do much, but duty more.

With little wit and ease to suit them, They whirl in narrow circling trails, Like kittens playing with their tails.

The little that is completed, vanishes from the sight of one who looks forward to what is still to do.

The dangers of life are infinite, and among them is safety.

If you start to think of your physical and moral condition, you usually find that you are sick.