From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

All things are symbols.

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

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

Learn to labour and to wait.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others.