The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
Best be yourself, imperial, plain, and true.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.
The great mind knows the power of gentleness.
What a thing friendship is - World without end.