Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

As the husband is, the wife is.

Thoroughly to believe in one's own self, so one's self were thorough, were to do great things.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new, That which they have done but earnest of the things which they shall do.

Virtue!--to be good and just-- Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell.