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.

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

The highest political buzz word is not liberty, equality, fraternity or solidarity; it is service.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! But westward, look, the land is bright!

Do not adultery commit; Advantage rarely comes of it.

A world where nothing is had for nothing.

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