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

There are but two roads that lead to an important goal and to the doing of great things: strength and perseverance. Strength is the lot of but a few privileged men; but austere perseverance, harsh and continuous, may be employed by the smallest of us and rarely fails of its purpose, for its silent power grows irresistibly greater with time.

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.

Higher aims are in themselves more valuable, even if unfulfilled, than lower ones quite attained.

Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.

In every artist there is a touch of audacity without which no talent is conceivable.

Belief is not the beginning of knowledge - it is the end.