The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.

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

Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.

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

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.

Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.

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?