And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.

I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and short-comings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self-assertion of youth.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.