To love beauty is to see light.
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.
The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
A one-eyed man is much more incomplete than a blind man, for he knows what it is that's lacking.
The jostling of young minds against each other has this wonderful attribute, that one can never foresee the spark, nor predict the flash. What will spring up in a moment? Nobody knows.
Progress is the stride of God.