To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.

Let me not hurt, by any selfish deed Or thoughtless word, the heart of foe or friend; Nor would I pass, unseeing, worthy need, Or sin by silence when I should defend... "The world is better that I lived to-day."

Love is the only duty that we know.

God sent us here to make mistakes