It is ever true that he who does nothing for others, does nothing for himself." ~ Goethe

Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last drops of midnight oil. On books and papers as I read, My friend, your mournful light you shed. If only I could flee this den And walk the mountain-tops again, Through moonlit meadows make my way, In mountain caves with spirits play - Released from learning's musty cell, Your healing dew would make me well!

If you have a great work in your head, nothing else thrives near it; all other thoughts are repelled, and the pleasure of life itself is for the time lost.

There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.

Mastery passes often for egotism.

Seldom in the business and transactions of ordinary life, do we find the sympathy we want.

He who is resolute conquers grief.