That cause is strong which has, not a multitude, but one strong man behind it.

If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.

'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up, Whose golden rounds are our calamities, Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God The spirit climbs, and hath its eyes unsealed. True it is that Death's face seems stern and cold When he is sent to summon those we love; But all God's angels come to us disguised; Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after another, lift their frowning masks, And we behold the Seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the Glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God.

O reputation! dearer far than life.

In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.