A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.

Better not be at all than not be noble.

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

A life of nothing's nothing worth, From that first nothing ere his birth, To that last nothing under earth.

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

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

Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.