Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Darkness is strong, and so is Sin, But surely God endures forever!

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed. She is said to lie at the bottom of a well, for the very reason, perhaps, that whoever looks down in search of her sees his own image at the bottom, and is persuaded not only that he has seen the goddess, but that she is far better looking than he had imagined.

Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.