It's well known there's always two sides, if no more.

O may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again in minds made better by their presence; live in pulses stirred to generosity, in deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn for miserable aims that end with self, in thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, and with their mild persistence urge men's search to vaster issues.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning.

We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.

It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.