And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.

It may be that no life is found, Which only to one engine bound Falls off, but cycles always round.

All experience is an arch wherethro' gleams that untraveled world whose margins fade forever and forever as we move.

His honour rooted in dishonour stood, And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

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

It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.