There is no such thing as chance; and what seem to us merest accident springs from the deepest source of destiny.
Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.
There is no solitude in nature.
To gain a crown by fighting is great, to reject it divine.
A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.
The May of life blooms once and never again.