The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
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.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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.
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!
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart and not the brain That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
The counterfeit and counterpart Of Nature reproduced in art.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art.