For each thorn, there's a rosebud... For each twilight - a dawn... For each trial - the strength to carry on, For each storm cloud - a rainbow... For each shadow - the sun... For each parting - sweet memories when sorrow is done.

The book written against fame and learning has the author's name on the title-page.

I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called history is.

Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

Not gold, but only man can make a people great and strong; men who, for truth and honor's sake, stand fast and suffer long.

People say law but they mean wealth.

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation - this to to have succeeded.