Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.
Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
Hired mourners at a funeral say and do - A little more than they whose grief is true
Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.