Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of ending.

As the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars invisible by day.

Enthusiasm begets enthusiasm.

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat, Of peace on earth, Good-will to men!

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

All your strength is in your union, All your danger is in discord; Therefore be at peace henceforward, And as brothers live together.

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.

Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.