Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know

Our opinions of the world, are confessions of character.

My companion assumes to know my mood and habit of thought, and we go on from explanation to explanation, until all is said that words can, and we leave matters just as they were at first, because of that vicious assumption.

Heaven sometimes hedges a rare character about with ungainliness and odium, as the burr that protects the fruit.

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life.

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

Throughout the ages there have always been those who have been willing to go beyond the norms and reach for that unknown and distant star.