How many years must a man do nothing, before he can at all know what is to be done and how to do it!

When I say to the Moment flying; 'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!' Then bind me in thy bonds undying, And my final ruin I will bear!

Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and the we'll need no other light.

The day is for mistake and error, sequence of time for success and carrying out. The one who anticipates is master of the day.

If you wish a wise answer, you must put a rational question.

nothing puts me so completely out of patience as the utterance of a wretched commonplace when I am talking from my inmost heart.

Art is long, life short, judgment difficult, opportunity transient. To act is easy, to think is hard; to act according to our thought is troublesome. Every beginning is cheerful: the threshold is the place of expectation.