Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.
Our safety is not in blindness, but in facing our dangers.
The dream is short, repentance long.
He cannot complain of a hard sentence, who is made master of his own fate.
The worst of me is known, and I can say that I am better than the reputation I bear.
The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies.