But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

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

Come not, when I am dead, To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head, And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. There let the wind sweep and the plover cry; But thou, go by. Child, if it were thine error or thy crime I care no longer, being all unblest; Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time, And I desire to rest. Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie: Go by, go by.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.

Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.