Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.
I always made an awkward bow.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers.
I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.