Ever the words of the gods resound; But the porches of man's ear seldom in this low life's round are unsealed, that he may hear.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Learn from it... tomorrow is a new day.

Life is a boundless privilege, and when you pay for your ticket, and get into the car, you have no guess what good company you shall find there.

God hides things by putting them near us.

We love it because it is self dependent, self derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.

Man is a stream whose source is hidden. Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. The most exact calculator has noprescience that somewhat incalculable may not balk the very next moment. I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.

The life of man is the true romance, which when it is valiantly conduced, will yield the imagination a higher joy than any fiction.