Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight; Twas he who sent me here to-night." "God knows," the man said afterward, "The fight itself was not so hard."

All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race By only running right; We have to tread the mountain's base Before we reach its height.

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust.

Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.