A hungry people listens not to reason, not cares for justice, nor is bent by any prayers.
All art is but imitation of nature.
It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
To make a commencement requires a mental effort.
A young man respects and looks up to his teachers.
Believe me, that was a happy age, before the days of architects, before the days of builders.