Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

To be young was very heaven!

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.