Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into each life some rain must fall.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow...
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that...
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act, act in...
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is...
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
Music is the universal language of mankind
Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and...
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by...
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow...
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping...
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to...
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.