Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!
The universe is a thought of God.
An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.
Art is the right hand of Nature.
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.
It is play and only play that makes man complete.