Where'er a noble deed is wrought, Where'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts in glad surprise To higher levels rise.

And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox.

Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.

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

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

Ne speaketh not; and yet there lies a conversation in his eyes.