The soft whispers of the God in man.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!