Today will die tomorrow.

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.

Let weakness learn meekness.

Change lays her hand not upon the truth.