How Like They Are To Human Things!

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.

Welcome, Disappointment! Thy Hand Is Cold And Hard, But It Is The Hand Of A Friend. Thy Voice Is Stern And Harsh, But It Is The Voice Of A Friend. Oh, There Is Something Sublime In Calm Endurance, Something Sublime In The Resolute, Fixed Purpose Of Suffering Without Complaining, Which Makes Disappointment Oftentimes Better Than Success!

Fortune Comes Well To All That Comes Not Late.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.