Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

Art is Nature made by Man, To Man the interpreter of God.

Since we parted yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,- One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,-thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.

Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.

A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.