Tomorrow sees undone, what happens not to-day; Still forward press, nor never tire! The possible, with steadfast trust, Resolve should be by the forelock grasp. Then she will ne'er let go her clasp, And labors on, because she must.

If we take people only as they are, then we make them worse; if we treat them as if they were what they should be, then we bring them to where they can be brought.

One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.

It is a misfortune to pass at once from observation to conclusion, and to regard both as of equal value; but it befalls many a student.

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

Tolerance comes of age. I see no fault committed that I myself could not have committed at some time or other.