If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.

Fair words gladden so many a heart.

The world loves a spice of wickedness.

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

We are all architects of faith, ever living in these walls of time.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!