“Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.”

Great souls suffer in silence.

Not he who scorns the Saviour’s yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.

He that is overcautious will accomplish little.

An axe at home saves hiring a carpenter.

There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.

Men show no mercy and expect no mercy, when honor calls, or when they fight for their idols or their gods.

Virtue has her heroes too As well as Fame and Fortune.

He, that noble prize possessing He that boasts a friend that’s true, He whom woman’s love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!

Where there is much freedom there is much error.

Virtue, though clothed in a beggar’s garb, commands respect.

Art is the right hand of Nature.

A brave man hazards life, but not his conscience.

He who never ventures beyond actuality will never win the prize of truth.

O’er Ocean, with a thousand masts, sails forth the stripling bold- One boat, hard rescued from the deep, draws into port the old!

No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.

That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.

In an age so connected why do I feel so far apart?

I became involved in photography when I was about thirteen years old.

I have no romantic feelings about age. Either you are interesting at any age or you are not. There is nothing particularly interesting about being old – or being young, for that matter.

You get to a certain age and you can’t judge yourself on your dad or your parents.

I believe we should encourage children to sing and play instruments from an early age.

Age’ is the acceptance of a term of years. But maturity is the glory of years.

People look to me to see what the spirit of the Seventies is.

My mum says that I was born 45, and I do remember at six thinking that I should be earning my own living.