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 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.
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.
Into each life some rain must fall.
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
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.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
