And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.

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

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

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.

Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!