Let the dead Past bury its dead!
And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.
Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies.
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.