The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth's dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.

Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.