The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

Books are the best type of the influence of the past.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.