This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.

Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain