Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain
Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth, Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire; Men, women, and all animals that breathe Are statues, and not paintings.
Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.