From labor there shall come forth rest.

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

All things come round to him who will but wait.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.