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

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.

It is a beautiful trait in the lover’s character, that they think no evil of the object loved.

He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.

All things must change to something new, to something strange.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.