“If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.”

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Youth comes but once in a lifetime.

Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

Evil is only good perverted.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor’s nose.

Into each life some rain must fall.

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.

The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

I think the British have the distinction above all other nations of being able to put new wine into old bottles without bursting them.

Three cheers for war, noble and beautiful above all.

You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos, and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind.” -Hera, goddess of marriage

He should be cautious but never timid, bold but never venturesome; he should have a good digestion, genial manners, and, above all, a thick skin.

The Italian people are disciplined, silent and calm, they work and know that there is a Government which governs, and know, above all, that if this Government hits cruelly certain sections of the Italian people, it does not so out of caprice, but from the supreme necessity of national order.

The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training – sacrifice.

It is a gentle and affectionate thought, that in immeasurable height above us, at our first birth, the wreath of love was woven with sparkling stars for flowers.

Above all else, never think you’re not good enough.