We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.
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!
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.