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

• The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
• If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
• Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
• Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
• Trust no future, however pleasant Let the dead past bury its dead Act, - act in the living Present Heart within and God overhead.
• Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
• The adoration of his heart had been to her only as the perfume of a wild flower, which she had carelessly crushed with her foot in passing.
• To which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
• There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
• 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.