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"Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven."
"Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, Are merely shadows cast by outward things On stone or canvas, having in themselves No separate existence. Architecture, Existing in itself, and not in seeming A something it is not, surpasses them As substance shadow."
"That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year."
"The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service."
"Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside."
"Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man."
"I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books."
"Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?"
"The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art."
"Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass."
"In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the instrument has lost its strings, or is out of tune, it does not follow that the musician has lost his skill."
"What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul."
"How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!"
"Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat."
"I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love."
"The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds."
"As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical."
"It is true, that it is not at all necessary to love many books, in order to love them much."
"However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure."
"Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies."