I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

For man is man and master of his fate.

I am a part of all whom I have met.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.

Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

The vow that binds too quickly snaps itself.

Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point.