There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.

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

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

Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.

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

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

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.