The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. |
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds |
The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air. |
The nearer the dawn the darker the night. |
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain |
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken. |
The secret anniversaries of the heart. |
The shades of night were falling fast, / As through an Alpine village passed / A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, / A banner with the strange device, / Excelsior! |
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. |
The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized |
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. |
The world loves a spice of wickedness |
Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice |
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 |
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 |