“Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.”

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

Mathematics is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.

In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.

Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be.

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard. Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Imagination is the means of deep insight and sympathy, the power to conceive and express images removed from normal objective reality.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Wisdom married to immortal verse.

We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.

We live by admiration, hope and love.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.

The light-skinned girls always thought they were better looking. So did the teachers, too. That meant most of the dark complexion ones didn’t like themselves.

Without Jesus Christ man must be in vice and misery with Jesus Christ man is free from vice and misery in Him is all our virtue and all our happiness. Apart from Him there is but vice, misery, darkness, death, despair.

Information can perhaps be useful as a support-stick and help you cross the way… but if you want to find your way in the darkness, only knowledge can forge that path for you… only knowledge.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

Let me light my lamp , says the star, And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness