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.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
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.
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.
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night.
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
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 could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
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.
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.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night.
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.