A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.
No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.
The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.
Even in a righteous cause force is a fearful thing.
The first great law is to obey.
Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.