Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Fair words gladden so many a heart.

Learn to labour and to wait.