There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
There is something magnificent in having a country to love.
Old events have modern meanings; only that survives of past history which finds kindred in all hearts and lives.
The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.
They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.
Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.