Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.

The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.

The city is built To music, therefore never built at all, And therefore built forever.

He that wrongs a friend Wrongs himself more, and ever bears about A silent court of justice in his breast, Himself the judge and jury, and himself The prisoner at the bar ever condemned.