Into each life some rain must fall.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.

Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of future years, is hanging on thy fate!

O beautiful, awful summer day, what hast thou given, what taken away?

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!