Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.
Love can sun the realms of night.
The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.
As soon as I have begun to fear I have ceased to fear.
The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.
Let him that sows the serpent's teeth not hope to reap a joyous harvest. Every crime has, in the moment of its perpetration, its own avenging angel,--dark misgivings at the inmost heart.