Cowards have done good and kind actions, but a coward never pardoned.

Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.

Cling to thy native land, for it is the land of thy fathers?

Accursed be he who plays with the devil.

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.

Think with awe on the slow and quiet power of time.

Regarded in isolation, an idea may be quite insignificant, and venturesome in the extreme, but it may acquire importance from an idea which follows it; perhaps, in a certain collocation with other ideas, which may seem equally absurd, it may be capable of furnishing a very serviceable link.