I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
The atmosphere breathes rest and comfort, and the many chambers seem full of welcomes.
Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart.