Faith lives in honest doubt.

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.

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

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

A still small voice spake unto me, 'Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?