If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

“I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.”

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.