We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

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

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

It was Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves, And, like living coals, the apples Burned among the withering leaves.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.