“The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.”

All things come round to him who will but wait.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

Talk not of wasted affection – affection never was wasted.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man’s enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate; still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.

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.

The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.