Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

Whether we be young or old,Our destiny, our being's heart and home,Is with infinitude, and only there;With hope it is, hope that can never die,Effort and expectation, and desire,And something evermore about to be.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

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