From labor there shall come forth rest.

The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone.

For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.