Think not because no man sees, such things will remain unseen.
Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite.
The prayer of Ajax was for light.
Evil is only good perverted.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure. Shall tomorrow find its place.