All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for the selfsame ends, With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.