Lose not yourself in a far off time, seize the moment that is thine.
Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.
Truth is more than a dream and a song.
Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.
It is not the mere station of life that stamps the value on us, but the manner in which we act our part.