My God grant me love for that which has splendor, but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.

Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.

Unsung, the noblest deed will die.

Even success softens not the heart of the envious.

Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

Men are the dreams of a shadow.