The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his golden quiver!
If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never generous enough to forgive the injury, but will rise and smite the oppressor.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.
Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait – not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion.
As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.
Resolve and thou art free.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves.
Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.