But do your work, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself.

The only joy in his being mine, is that the not mine is mine.

Go forth into the busy world and love it. Interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and sorrows.

Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.

there is no planet, sun, or star could hold you if you but knew what you are.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

An expense of ends to means is fate;Morganization tyrannizing over character. The menagerie, or forms and powers of the spine, is a book of fate: the bill of the bird, the skull of the snake, determines tyrannically its limits.