No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.

It is, however, not to the museum, or the lecture-room, or the drawing- school, but to the library, that we must go for the completion of our humanity. It is books that bear from age to age the intellectual wealth of the world.

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

The man who seeks one thing in life and but one, May hope to achieve it before life is done; But he who seeks all things, wherever he goes, Only reaps from the hopes which around him he sows, A harvest of barren regrets.

That's best Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

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