"Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose."

"You judge yourself by what your capable of doing, while others judge you by what you have already done"

"The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken."

" And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever."

"The life of man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams but in active charity and in willing service."

"Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave."

"Think not, because no man sees Such things will remain unseen"

"Its reward is in the doing, And the rapture of pursuing Is the prize"

"The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do."

"Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it"

"Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose."

"Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” —"

"Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.” —"

"One if by land, two if by sea."

"Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!"

"He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels."

"To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might."

"Ah! What would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before."

"These are the woes of Slaves; They glare from the abyss; They cry, from unknown graves, "We are the Witnesses!"

"She floats upon the river of his thoughts."

"Great is the art of beginning."

"The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night."

"Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat."

"In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods are everywhere"