In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.

Every person born into this world their work is born with them.

Light is the symbol of truth.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

The eye is the notebook of the poet.