Out of sight is out of mind.

And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.

In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.

A world where nothing is had for nothing.

Thou shalt not kill; but needst not strive officiously to keep alive.

It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.