Thought alone is eternal.

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. . . . He may live without books,-what is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope,-what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love,-what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining?

Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?

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

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

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

Life is good, but not life in itself.