Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary.
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, - act in the living Present! Heart within and God o'erhead.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
All things must change To something new, to something strange.
The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act-act in the living present!
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
Music is the universal language of mankind.
All things come round to him who will but wait.