If the whole world I once could see On free soil stand, with the people free Then to the moment might I say, Linger awhile. . .so fair thou art.
If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.
All of us have life; few of us have an idea of it.
Deny yourself! You must deny yourself! That is the song that never ends.
Aptitudes are assumed, they should become accomplishments. That is the purpose of all education.
Nothing will change the fact that I cannot produce the least thing without absolute solitude.