Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.

Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.